The Magic is always near

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Sometimes you know the Magic is near

It somersaults and pirouettes in the air

Announcing that someone special is there

She knows how to bring a smile to your face

Generous in spirit, not frilled behind the lace

A heart so warm, filled abundantly with space

She once waved her magic wand to the star

And spotted me amidst the milky way from afar

Soul to soul chemistry, that’s just how things are

When you reach out and touch what you can’t see

You know that this was always destined to be

That we’d touch each other’s lives and hold a key

Unlocking memories, the mysteries of our dreams

Because we know that it’s not always as it seems

We are to each other as the river to the streams

So here I stand raising my glass and saying cheers

Wishing you many blossoms and harvesting years

And if you cry today, let it be with joyful tears

Our Graffiti Walls

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Sometimes the pain is unyielding,

deeply plunged with serrated edges.

Only you can see the ghoulish images

stuck on repeat, record, rewind, replay…

Brother take my hand because I understand

how the weather won’t efface, nor time erase,

the graffiti on the wall of your remembrance,

bleeding paint, rolling from those crying eyes.

Why does midnight seem so dark and cold

when you’re feeling strapped  and alone?

While Insomnia  wrestles your  demons away,

daylight can’t seem to come soon enough.

But it eventually does Brother, it does!

See… the bleeding has stopped for a while.

When you looked out of your window

and saw that other artists had been at work…

Painting their own graffiti walls, you knew

that there were others outside just like you,

chasing ghosts at midnight, in frenzied spritz,

their pain transformed into nobel–prized art.

We’ll rise from the ashes again Brother!

Take my hand, you may lend me yours too.

Life’s garden

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Even as he turned the soil, unearthed the weeds,

He knew that he would have to plant new seeds.

For what is it to grow a garden and not linger,

To stop and revere,the art of your green finger?

What pleasure there is in being freedom’s child

Sprouting buds and leaves, trendrils twirling wild.

There is also great merit in the design and pruning,

For complementing–colour, shape and fine–tuning

At the end of the day, we’ll sit back and admire

The achievements of hopes to which we aspire.

No longer prisoners of our own fault and device,

Co-creators, not victims of the throw of the dice.

No root stands firm without tender loving care,

Nutrients and water, sunshine and refreshing air.

Even when we think that chance is to blame

We must each move towards our own end-game.

Close the door quietly

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Hush now my friend

though winds have spiralled

and lashed out at you.

Walk away on padded feet.

Let them not hear you

as you close the door,

on tricks of your mind

that thwarted your courage.

Those nights tossed in restless sleep,

those days of useless self pity,

those hours of longing

for what you could not have.

Close that door in silence

as you step aside for the light

that will bathe you, caress you

with the holy promise of a new day.

A day filled with surprises–

wrapped with ribbons and bows,

waiting to witness your sheer delight,

to find it was just what you wanted!

Close the door quietly my dear.

Let them not hear the echoes

of your footfalls, or know

that you have been here before.

And when you return to this place,

wearing your victory crown,

let them ululate, bowing at your feat

in their invisible shapes and forms,

No longer able to make you cry

because you have learnt how to fly.

Live in full colour

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I gave you the arc of a rainbow,

the primaries for your palette.

With each stroke of your brush

I gave you my passion and pain.

I gave you the rising, setting sun,

a reflection of shadow and light,

that gave radiance to your open smile,

flaming–flamboyant or tranquil and demure.

I gave you the variable moon,

the glow and dim of your feelings

that rise and fall with the tides–

sea–change of life, never static!

I gave you all of my creation–

infinitely vivid and varied in colour,

to inspire you to reciprocate–

the depth of the love I gave to you.

No matter the tint or the hue,

I want so much from each of you.

Move from the shadows: into the light.

Extend beyond tones of black and white.

I gave my life to you, live it in full colour!

You did not settle

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

In violent hours

Fending off pelting showers

You did not settle

You surfed the wave

Climbed the towering tree

You did not settle

In smoke-filled rooms

Care-less days and lonely nights

You did not settle

You carried with strength

The heavy load of a child

You did not settle

In unequal worlds

Victim of indignity

You did not settle

Colors have changed

But Black and White remain

Why should you settle?

Heroes have risen and fallen

Because they would not settle.

Sole journey

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I love words,

their satin texture,

their rich timbre–

tasty morsels–

carefully arranged

on a platter,

wetting my appetite.

Yet I understood,

how those words

failed you,

when you went,

to that place–

beyond euphoria

or magic’s magnificence.

I moved with you,

in your solitary dance–

a spectator

to illusive images,

inconclusive insights,

evocative emotions

which you tried to convey.

In the end, I knew.

Words were wasted,

lost in translation

in a language that

you solely understood,

not spoken or heard.

On that journey…

we each must travel, alone.

I’m thinking of you

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Thrown from your routine–

Where each sunrise brings purpose,

Suddenly alone

I think of you

As bags are packed–

Traffic exodus of crowds,

Silence now too loud

I think of you

Incarcerated–

Behind tears of loneliness,

Festive observer

I think of you

Who for the first time–

Must sleep on that double bed,

You always shared

I think of you

Hoping and praying–

That you will dress in seasons,

Where time comes to pass

I think of you

See your smiling face–

As you slowly realize,

I’m thinking of you

He is always thinking of you too.

Together

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Together like an echo

I hear the reverberation

See the reflection

Smell the fragrance

trailing my own scent

I know you feel it

Just as I do

The loving thoughts

I have of you

Together we dance

Among each other’s words

Completing the sentence

Which we’ve been given

By time and memory

Handcuffed by dreams

Tricks of imagination

That keep the fire burning

Of our endless yearning

Together we long

For the elusive

The unattainable

Turning back of the clock

Rewinding the years

To a time and place

Where age was no concern

Obligations feather–dusted

Into another room

Together we draw

What we can with what we have

Sometimes it’s in the art

Sometimes in conclusions