Month: March 2017

Impressions of words

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry
Credit- Gordon Anderson

when we were young–

with the innocence of lambs

words flew like rapid-fire bullets

catapulting us through sling-shots

when we were young–

words left fingerprints all over

that forged who we’d  become

impressions and punched annihilations

When we were young–

thunderstorms whipped and cracked

as lighting flashed with cursing words

that covered the mirrors of ourselves

when we were young–

those words ached and they cringed

paralysing us underneath hidden fears

brimming our eyes with sobbing tears

when we were young–

we  really did not understand

the meaning of those hateful words

now trapped in dark passages of time

now that we are young–

to a world of new translations

we know there are spaces and places

between the words and their shadows

now that we are young:

those words can dress up in new clothes

dance wildly beneath the thunderstorm

take a bow beneath rainbow’s radiance

Now that we are young !

This Haven

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I see your haunted eyes

sleep’s tired turmoil

tangled in twisted sheets

with doubts that you have–

to leave or to stay

in the spider’s intricate trap

or  inhale the toxic moisture

on a moody moonless night

where nothing makes any sense

everything converging at once

sending you into a relentless spiral

beyond life’s choreography

the dance you auditioned

that made you so ecstatic

when you heard you won the part

came with terms and conditions

you did not read the fine print

a non negotiable contract

that felt like a life sentence

without any chance of parole

but there is always an exit clause

sit down here for awhile,

in this haven of peace and listen–

in the silence, you’ll find the answer.