Fall Just A Little

Something I feel compelled to share with all of you.
For those of you who bought my first book “Nocturnes” or follow my blog – you may have read the poem “Fall Just A Little”. This was inspired by a wedding I attended. The bride was terminally ill. She died today and besides sad and sorry for the family and young children, I also feel angry. “Unfair!”, I want to yell….
Rest easy J. You fought long and bravely.

Chimera Poetry

The bride and groom looked at each other
and her voice broke when she said the words
and she fell just a little
against him
because the do us part was already so near
already in the high grass stalking
gathering force
there is no way to stop a hurricane once it starts
and all the lilac flowers and cake and cards and golden bubbles cannot hold the destruction back
promises made in the dark sometimes only bloom there
a kiss to seal the promise
a promise for all time
but time itself is a thief and steals the moment
steals the roses from her cheeks
leaving lines carved in a face the color of dirty dishwater
and when a fist and cry is raised to heaven
why?
there is only the startling of the birds as reply
and we fall just a little
against each other
and try to…

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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. Not.....me. 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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