Month: March 2016

Autumn shades

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I’ve painted a picture of you

though there are spaces

filled with dark shades of mystery

parts that I cannot clearly see.

Your passion runs deep in red hues

Crimson, scarlet and cherry-red,

sobered by the aquatic look in your eyes,

grounded river banks in verdant lush.

I’ve captured your boundless longing,

your  clever wit, as well as your quest

to escape the monotonous pathways of life,

traced in your lithe movements of intrigue.

The yellow glows of your sunshine

state of mind, I smudge and tinge

with magenta and blushes of pink

accentuating  your romantic disposition.

I’ve seasoned you in Autumn blends

in celebration of the highlights of Summer

and the shedding of the old for the new.

That is the soulfulness I see in you.

Flash flood

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Just like a flash flood

it happened, unexpectedly.

A sudden heavy downpour

and I was swept off my feet.

Tossed into swirling rivers,

holding back my breath.

Thrashing as you pounded

blinded as you mounted.

You took me by surprise.

Never thought for a moment

that I could go off at a tangent,

find pleasure in the danger,

be at risk with a complete stranger,

whose depths I could not fathom,

and whose visit was unpredictable.

But just like the raindrops wash,

I had to feel the explosive rush,

brought close to fatal destruction,

Reason rescued me from me.

Things fall apart

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Mayhem sweeps through the earth,

indiscriminately blowing ill winds,

trashing  crowded places,

leaving rubble in his wake

as the streets begin to tremble,

rumble as buildings tumble.

His menacing hoarse whispers

heard everywhere,

by all trapped in corners of fear,

as another dark cloud descends,

raining new rivers of blood

from dark crimson skies.

The rats ravage among the waste,

a child cries forlorn,

as nerves turn to steel

from the replay and repeat,

the distance of the blast

or just impotence with no hope.

Hands thrown in the air!

Why should we care?

Still he winds through busy streets,

He breathes into the air.

He holds his own compass

and sometimes runs on autopilot.

Those who have seen him

tell of a merciless face,

sometimes a hooded neighbor

whom you thought you knew,

now dressed in disguise,

a murderer before your eyes.

Only you

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

If I could paint,

I would wash the background

with all my tears of wasted years,

blend the dark with pastel shades,

the beginning

of new love I had found.

Then with brilliant colors,

foreground with flourish,

flashes and flush,

with dazzling diamonds,

of the golden years

I’m longing to spend

with only you.

The first time

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I never thought I’d feel it again,

that raw urge,

that sense of release

to feel whole again,

in control of my own freedom,

to touch the magic:

feel its pulse, one with my own,

the tremulous anticipation

that you always feel,

on that decisive occasion

of the first time,

just before

that long awaited moment.

That’s how I felt

from the first stroke,

lubricated with blushing color

and sweeping motions.

Untamed passion

poured out of me

as I laid my dream bare

on the smooth white canvas.

(Inspired by the Elizabeth Gilbert’s latest book –

Big Magic: Creative living beyond fear)

Let synchronicity find you

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I often wonder what it was

that brought you my way.

What supreme force divined

or obstructed your path

or accelerated the time

that led you to my door?

A moment of boredom,

a delayed appointment,

a search for a special word?

Was it something I said ?

Did my longing resonate

with yours suppressed?

Perhaps it was a prayer

I spoke into the universe

that was caught by the wind,

or swept through the tide,

or flickered in the same star

that we were both looking at.

Was it necessary to err a little,

to lose my way for you to find me?

Did I hear your lament

for something more, in your quest

for new sweeping landscapes

with panoramic views?

Perhaps ours is just to let it be:

that far greater plan for you and me.

Perfect alchemy

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

You’ll not fall on your sword

And I’ll not take an asp to my arm.

We both know the folly of such an act.

But at least indulge my daydreams

As I will give flawless blossoms to yours.

Paint me a portrait of our soulful love

In words that catch the trick of the light.

Sculpt a statue that moves in iambic rhythm

In sync with the person you’ve come to know,

Then strum a melody into the flow of your verse.

You’ll not reach the top of Mount Everest

And I’ll not swim across the English Channel.

Neither of us has such urge or tenacity,

But at least listen to my silent words

And I’ll lend vocabulary to tag your feelings.

Just keep in pursuit of the perfect alchemy

That will bring you eagerly back home to me.

Something has to end

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

It’s past midnight

And sleep remains elusive.

Time keeps ticking, ticking!

You break into a sweat.

What about tomorrow,

And the day after that?

You’ve tried before

To set yourself free,

But you’re tormented

By what you cannot see.

Confusion turns the tides

Of your faltering heart.

Words betray your emotion

In what it has become.

It’s hard to interpret

These immobilising feelings

That are not supposed to be.

Still time keeps ticking, ticking!

The voices inside your head

Grow quarrelsome tonight.

Some say go, others

Tell you not to move,

Each shouting louder

Until you can’t think.

But you alone know:

Something has to end!

Shades of love

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

There are days when my spirit calls out your name.

Multiple shades of violet weep teardrops for you.

Your silence leaves me bereft , frozen, turned  blue.

Wondering if without you things will ever be the same.

Then you surprise me with a sudden, unexpected call.

My heart skips a beat and I’m right back where we started.

So filled with love and good memories as if we never parted,

Once again, I’m in that spin of madness, ready to take the fall.

You do this to me, touch me, turn me to all shades of red.

Stoke up my dying embers, fan me into a flaring ,flaming fire,

Consuming the air that I breathe, left gasping, down to the wire.

Yearning and burning, turned on by the beguiling words you’ve said.

I’ve told you this before, when you play the consoles of my mind,

I’ll become the rainbow for you, through the spectrum of every hue.

When you knock on my door, you take away my feelings of blue.

All mellifluous sound and shades of me become your treasures to find.

Tilting, turning into a twirling, never-ending pirouette,

No longer locked in the frame of my shadowed silhouette.