Author: Chevvy

I'm a believer in synchronicity. No experience is wasted so if our paths cross, it was meant to be. Treasure each moment. They often pass too soon!

Flowers and butterfly wings

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Mine is a restless one

still searching for what was

what was meant to be

and what might yet be

Perhaps I’m just a dreamer

but that’s fine with me

to believe my other half

is out there searching for me

It might just be that time

when these things start to matter

where you’ve lived and done

most of it all, yet there’s this quest

Then someone sent a reminder

that showed you what’s possible

something you had been missing

and did not realize until you met

So yes, there is contentment

in the many gifts that life brings

the bees and flowers and things

and beautiful butterflies with wings

But still someone whispers

that this is not enough

You might be disappointed –

but the feeling doesn’t quite stop

That while the dice has been cast

not everything is made out to last

Would you rather wallow in a black hole

or try finding that other piece of your soul?

Rising…above the flaws

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

The flaws of humanity–

shredded and torn

tied and knotted

then stitched together

again and again

The flaws of humanity–

stripped and folded

bundled and bartered

then dealing the currency

again and again

The flaws of humanity–

belong to each of us

blood-curdled hands

in marching or folded arms

again and again

Yet still we rise above–

some seek a higher purpose

kissing our blemishes

our bruises and flaws

again and again

Finding you

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Emotions stumble

drunkenly towards the edge-

uninhibited

by what others think

floundering and falling down

left in disarray

on another day

you will find sunny smiles

when happiness speaks

love does that sometimes-

rolling turbulence today

still waters the next

while concealed depths

deceive the glassy surface

with images of joy

imagined or real-

they infect everyone else

especially you

shared feelings find

comfort for loneliness

when they recognize

the yearning you have-

a desperate emptiness

needing to drain out

before it becomes

like spreading cancerous cells

gnawing at your soul

you let down your guard

and invite all of them in-

the bliss and the hurt

passion’s pendulum

parades new colors each season-

no rhyme or reason

just the wild pursuit

the primeval quest to be

who you truly are.

In search of meaning

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Sometimes I am ravenous

in my search for the right word

to satisfy my hunger

fulfill my craving

Some words wet my appetite

others promise a tasty treat

to savor and linger longer

between each serving

But sometimes the words-

are served in a bowl of trifle

layered, elaborate concoctions

that addle my brain

In the end I will settle

for the words that are familiar

clear and concise, flavored

with just a pinch of the exotic

Still I remain ambitious

to become a connoisseur

of the finest delectable cuisine

but for now, I’d like them digestable

Those epicurean morsels of words…

When my mind wonders

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

          This is a poem within a  poem. Read carefully to find two very different poems which combine to form a third.

When I am in doubt

You give me a reason

To linger a while longer

To feel alive again

My mind starts to wonder

When you call my name

I wonder how life would be

My heart skips several beats

To start again,totally free

Locked in complete ecstasy

Discovering the other side of me

I feel a fire that flames

Then I awake to the reality

Still consumed in your warm glow

The darkness slowly descends

How I long for you not to go

Then the Dawn comes too soon

How I wished to dream longer!

You and I

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I’ve hidden special trinkets for you

Along the journey we’ve travelled

Just you and I

I’ve retraced my footsteps

Always finding  you behind

When it was just- you and I

We walked upon mountain peaks

Basked in the glow of an ocean sun

Together- just you and I

In a world brimming with people,

Our music was the melody of nature’s sounds

A symphony playing – just for you and I

I’ve seen you come and go in confusion

As we balance our lives with illusion

Of a world – with just you and I

There’ve been times when you’ve been silent

I’ve known and understood the reason why

It was always about – just you and I

I follow the footpath again and I recall

The invitation for a dinner for two

Special requirements- for you and I

I’m hoping you’ll find all the trinkets

I’ve hidden especially for you

Down pathways-just for us two

It was always you

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

You came looking, I watched you

Searching in my draws trying to find my truth

Attempting to find my soul which I had hidden

Tucked among my words specially reserved

You wanted to know my secret love affair

Why I smiled –clearly,it wasn’t for you

What made me laugh if not you, then who?

How could you win my heart who was he?

I had left signs and traces that confused you

For you to find, sending you into a spiral

 My heart made of my butterfly wings

You failed to discover, you could not see

 It had already been taken, it was always you

This is  a Cleave poem. In simple terms, a Cleave poem can be read as three separate poems. The first poem is the regular typeface to be read vertically –the second poem is the part in italics and the third is the  whole poem read horizontally. For more information on this form: https://cleavepoetry.wordpress.com/what-is-cleave-poetry/

Catching the sunlight

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

 

He tried to figure her out

but he was never good at Math

to get her full measure – neither an athlete…

Each time he thinks he’s caught her,

she’s lost him around the bend.

 

Still, his curiosity won’t let go.

If only she would slow down a little–

She’s a little too drunk on speed

and he’s still smoking weed–

It shows up in the words…

 

Words that illuminate and

eliminate clues to understanding.

How they’ll find each other

In this complex maze of mis–

understanding?

 

So he stands peering–

through her window, it’s late,

too late to see into her room.

She watches him standing there,

wondering why he doesn’t come in.

 

Then one day she hears the door–

slowly opening – At last! she sighs–

finally, his light comes streaming in.

She’s no longer in orbit, he begins,

undressing her mystery to his delight!

 

 

 

Caught up in your rapture

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I love the way you feel

You look at me like a dream

A certain softness hypnotizing me

In your eyes, casting a spell

I can’t help myself night and day

 When we touch you are the one

I lose control when you claim me completely

In your arms, we become one

I’m caught up in your rapture when I’m with you

This is my second experiment with a Cleave poem. In simple terms, a Cleave poem can be read as three separate poems. The first poem is the regular typeface to be read vertically –the second poem is the part in italics and the third is the  whole poem read horizontally. For more information on this form: https://cleavepoetry.wordpress.com/what-is-cleave-poetry/