The perfect match…

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Some blow in on a gusty hurricane wind

Plunging our lives into unpredictable havoc

Blowing up a tempestuous storm in our hearts

Leaving our emotions strewn in chaotic shreds

Some are like a simmering stew on the stove

Constant in their wholesome food for the soul

Wafting the aromas of country-fresh living

Making us feel the nostalgia of warm comfort days

Some sit with the sorrowful eyes of an old stray cat

Shivering in need of attention and stroking affection

Giving you the pleasure of a Florence Nightingale

Fulfilling your purpose, adding meaning to your life

Some sit as a clock on the old oak mantelpiece

Passing the time, counting the hours and seconds

Each day they’ll take you through your daily routines

Every Wednesday you’ll kiss and cuddle then fall asleep

Others crackle and burn in the living room fire

Warming and consuming you with leaping flames

The passion is intimately real and all reason is lost

And you want to die when the embers reduce to ash

You ebb and flow into my life,an endless surging tide

Swirling and twirling with my feelings every moment

At high tide you swoop me into dangerous adventures

Then you take my mind with you into receding waters

No guessing as to which one of you I would choose

I know that trying to find the perfect match, I would lose.

The first time

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Though time has passed

I remember it well,

The first time…

My anticipation,

The sheer exhilaration,

Complete emancipation!

How you felt against my skin,

As you enveloped me

And I took you in,

Against the shadows

And dunes

Of emptied streets.

And I – like a child

Tasting a treat,

For the first time-

Walking in the snow.

From your pen

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Silky smooth and slick

Lines of vivid expression

Seduced every page

Ink, dark and fluid

Dripped with blood from your heart

Fine calligraphy

With pregnant pauses

Emphasizing boundless love

Nursing every sheet

With delicate care

Loving words everywhere

The book now complete

Your pen has run dry

A scratchy erratic scrawl

Nothing more to give

The pages yellow

In a book rarely opened

Of a love gone cold

Feel the ocean within

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Do you sit and wonder

if it’s true

that you are

who you say you are-

that you are not lost

in the jungle of your mind

or trapped in a fate

you’d soon renounce?

Do you sit and wonder

at the miracles

that cross your path-

Everyday

sometimes unnoticed-

until the effects of ether

have long since passed

and the dream is reality?

Do you walk and wander

up mountain peaks

down hidden trails-

hear the trickle of water

as it flows over rocks

and fallen branches-

that life is just that way

streaming everyday…

Until – you feel the ocean within you.

The magic is real

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

When I see you smile

Watch you briskly move

I stand amazed

Fifteen summers ago

A new soul was born

We almost traded lives

And here you stand tall

Proof that magic is real

That seeds grow into trees

An unexpected gift to us

Wisdom beyond your years

I take daily lessons from you

That love is mysterious

How she captures your heart

Simultaneously setting it free.

Race of time

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

You win again.

Filled with resolution,

Fiery determination,

I sprinted and strutted.

Predicting your pace,

How was I to know-

The Spring in your step

The mottled colours of your Fall?

Numbed by your Winter’s breath,

Wilted in your Summer’s heat.

Turning now, there you go again-

Leaving me behind…

With remnants, the residue remains.

Soon, just a ghost of a year

That will haunt yellowed pages

Of history books, stacked high!

A flickering, fleeting wind-

You win again, the race of time,

Blasting the world record-

Filled with olympic breaking news!

Leaving surprised losers everywhere!

Fresh winds of change

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

I heard their silence

in the winds of discontent,

echoes joining in

the growing chorus.

Hoarse coughs and splutters,

cleared blocked passages.

Throttled resonance

found strange bedfellows.

Aching moans and groans

rose in harmonious howls.

Dissenting voices

rising in the air,

leaving trails of dust

on the graves of buried bones.

New songs composed

for fresh winds of change.

I heard those voices,

recognizing yours and mine-

no longer silent

in the breaking dawn.

Magnolia Bloom

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

No sign of life, all this time,

your secret– locked inside

your dried and brittle twigs,

grounded in Winter’s chill.

A sudden surprise declaration

of love I’d long forgotten,

you displayed a solitary flower

that caught my full attention.

A herald to the season’s change,

a reawakening of warm feelings

I thought had died, long forgotten!

You had guarded your secret well.

Once again I’m under your spell,

intoxicated by the scented breeze,

infected by your contagious breath

of new love unfurling once again.

Her time has come

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Beyond beauty spas–

stepping out of silhouette,

at last her time has come–

To lead and nurture,

heal the war-torn damage

of our wounded past.

A world asunder

through outrageous blunder,

now calling for Peace.

Hear me when I say

now, at last her time has come.

Listen to her voice!

Even-tempered–

bringing calm to tame the winds

and turbulent seas.

A toss of coins–

gambling carelessly with lives,

has won her a place,

To sit among men

and hoist freedom’s fresh flag.

Her time has come!

Who will cast a stone

or seek splinters in her eye

without solution?

With eyes wide open–

cast your vote for Peace,

for her time has come!

What’s missing

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

A voyeur

watching your life

in panoramic view

Stage manager

joining in applause

to an outstanding act

A commentator

to an exciting match

praising a spectacular win

Yet you can’t stop feeling

that something is missing

so you keep searching–

Somewhere out there…

then you’re surprised

to find that it was you–

Missing in your own life

all  this time…