My coffee has gone cold and still I sit there
a geometric woman
with lines in my forehead and lines raying out from beside my eyes
and the lines in my palm the old woman peered at
which never signalled your approach
or departure
a mysterious dark man and a long journey never came close to the truth and
beauty of that simple moment
when you smiled and said hello my name is Paloma
and it was like being handed a warm blanket after treading water for hours in the cold
like being able to stop and breathe normally again after running for a train
like your vision clearing after a dizzy spell
and it was normal and amazing
and should not have meant so much
but the olive branch you gave me proved to be the keys to a kingdom I wanted so badly
to live in
but never knew existed
and now I don’t think I can ever go back there
because the lines have been crossed
and the doves have all flown away
and the branch is now only a dry and splintery stick
and still I sit
all angles and edges and sharp planes
and the lines under my eyes deepen
while my coffee gets even colder



About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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