The Word Peddler



I once was blind but now I see, 

through the braille of my words and a strangers hand. 

Am I a busker or do I just sing to myself

in that space between me and them?

Where does the music come from?


A poet is a storyteller without the cloak and sore feet,

carrying the songs in a backpack of traditions,

stuffed sausage tight with beginning scraps,

one who scrambles after the departing crowd

to pick up discarded endings, 

blown flapping into corners, tattered and worn.

Some like thin and sour wine made from hate filled grapes

that sting the hands.

Leech the poison my dear companion,

fellow traveller,

 or risk losing a finger to the venom…


A poets treasure is in their words

but words are capricious things….

They fly at you in the night 

waking you with their need and their burning,

then carelessly fade when brought out again,

their devotion quickly turned,

sloughed off like old skin,

and the space in between me and them

empties and echoes with the loss,

the cold growing into a place of no traversing,

an icefield unsteady underfoot,

leading you on…



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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