Month: December 2015

For you

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

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No pretty gift box from me

Left under your glittering tree

No Yule tide message exchanged

 

It’s a gift that none but you will see

Can’t smell it or touch it, and it is free

No shops keep it stocked on their shelves

 

You’ll feel its shiny wrapping

And you’ll hear its beat tapping

If you listen with your heart.

 

You’ll smile when you find it

And taste of its flavors sweet

Each time you slip into your dream

 

For you, I share my imagination

To fill your mind with inspiration

And warm your heart with peace

 

For you, I’ve made a pledge

To walk with you until the edge

Where your soul finds its freedom

 

This gift will forever be priceless

When we behold eternal brightness

Despair’s saviour

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

When shadows’ footfalls stalked my toiling tread,

Grey skies convoluted me in ominous surprise;

Smog smothered my mind, pulsed my heart with dread.

Then life’s train derailed haplessly before my eyes.

With blind vision and ambivalence, I stumbled.

Faint glimmers of light appeared as but a dream,

Of a distant love whose words I now mumbled.

Then wheels taxied the runway in a silent scream.

I prayed and begged forgiveness in a church,

But my mind and my heart seemed to disagree.

Wild winds blew in, toppling spirit off its perch

Then ship’s bow tossed turning tides endlessly.

In the cold air of an evening, I heard an infant’s cry,

My senses unfurled, released in a heartfelt sigh!

A new day

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I almost missed the grim figure who stood at the water’s edge, lost in the seclusion of his own thoughts. But he heard the rustle of leaves and turned slowly to gaze up at me, a tormented look in his eyes. As soon as they locked with mine, his slow gentle smile spread into the fine crinkles of his brown eyes. I started to cry, and soon I was sobbing uncontrollably. He reached out for my hand, seeping all warmth from his into mine and I knew – I knew then that I would never want for anything. He had restored my soul.

Silence

Caught the whispers

Of our souls’ last embrace

As the sun cast new light on a

new day!

This gift

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

You may never know

No, not even guess

The imprint of your words.

Perhaps misunderstood,

Even misrepresented

But their arrows found their mark.

And now you’re gone

But certainly not forgotten

Wherever you may be

Let peace find your soul.

Let happiness find you

As you found me too.

This gift I gladly give to you.

Sometimes

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Sometimes

When my sky has turned black

And I’m traffic jammed in a cul de sac

A kind soul unexpectedly walks by

Smiles fondly at me, and gently wipes my tears dry

Sometimes

With a soft velvet word

Or a sign that I’ve been heard

A moment in time, yields the most treasured prize

Where captive souls release into ethereal-lit skies

Sometimes

A rare mystery unfolds that escapes definition

It cannot confine to rules, elusive to recognition

It’s just a profound knowing between strangers

Invisibly drawn into a time capsule of exchanges

Sometimes

I’m just a dreamer, looking at life with chimerical lenses

Trying to see behind and beyond the white picket fences

Surely there is more to the plain vanilla of our years

More to a world that is ever governed by squandered fears.

What if…….

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

What if the “I” in me wasn’t in we?

What if I couldn’t be the person you want me to be?

What if I wanted you to begin to see the real me?

Would you accept me as I am and take a gamble?

Would you still grace my book in the preamble?

These are the questions I ask in reflecting upon us

Wondering if you’d set me free to climb the next bus,

Wondering if it’s worth it to stir up all that  fuss

That would surely ensue, in separating the me from us.

It’s a subject I constantly delay, too afraid to even discuss.

What if I wanted to roam freely down other streets?

What if I just  wanted the sound of other heart beats?

What if I longed for the tangy taste of other exotic eats?

Would you accept me when I returned with other sweets?

Would you take me back knowing I might want repeats?

This is what I ponder incessantly, perpetually in my mind

That if you knew why I smiled, you might not be so kind.

You’d remind me that it wasn’t this contract we’d signed.

And you’d realize that our stars were no longer aligned,

And that you too had long since from your feelings resigned.

What if we just continued to pretend that all was well?

I fear that our lives would be a mockery and  become a living hell.