It’s right there….there.

My hands could clutch it and I could run run run


not looking behind because,

as everyone knows,

that’s when you fall,

that’s when the monsters get you…


you are the monster.

So close I could smell it,

almost taste it.

There’s no one looking,

no camera blinking,

could this be the moment?

But once again I think too long,

and too crookedly,

thinking around corners that aren’t geometrically possible.

Over thinking would be a relief…

What I do is full immersion think.

I don’t just dream in the language,

I thirst and anguish and stomachache and breathe in and out

in the language of a fallen world,

which – so far – hasn’t even twitched yet,

but in my farseeing head has already burned,

the ashes smudging my face and collecting in my throat

the cough shaking my already trembling frame…


And still,

it hangs there before my eyes.

And all the planning and practice and preparation,

and fear,

in the world,

won’t budge it…

Unless I lift my hand.

Until I lift my hand.








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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1 Response to Tantalus

  1. S. Sekar says:

    That was incredible! Loved every second. The title caught me first, because I love beautiful sounding words, and the image of fire and ash was stunning. Can’t wait to read more! 🙂
    If you can, then I’d really appreciate some feedback on my work too. I’m not following for a follow, but any criticism that you have would help me so much!

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