Tag: life

It’s over now

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

It’s over now

The sluice gates were opened wide

Filling the river with tears that I cried

You hovered for a while

Not wanting to leave me like this

So you turned and gave me a final kiss

Still you keep coming back

In my thoughts, and into my dreams

Your face, reflected in the sun beams

Though it’s over now

There’s a special place for you in my heart

Even though we’ll now and forever be apart

The music  will still linger on

It is the language of our souls

It permeates far beyond our controls

I’m so glad that I had this dance with you.

Torch and a Spear

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

We were like two ships

Passing through the night

My perfume in the breeze

Yours, with smoke-filled trees

You made me pause

For a moment–

Inhale memories long forgotten,

Though occasional visitors

But I’ve tasted and drunk

Enough damp midnight air

Not to want to go back there.

Walk with me  for awhile

Come and gaze through my window

Take a look at your possibility

To share the fragrance with me

And leave that stale air behind

The shore is not too far

If you take the dive with me

I have a torch, you have a spear

Together– we have nothing to fear!

Night and Day

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Between rhythm and rhyme

wondering which it would be

words seemed to fail me

the notes sounded out of key

Then you walked into the room

arranged the lyrics to a tune

You blew me away– repeatedly,

endlessly, to heights not yet known

Words so cleverly coupled, selected,

slithered into slippery dark places

stirring memories and  dreams

painful heartbreaks of yesterday.

Caught up in an exotic dance

the music allured me once again

the beats, the strums, together

with words, they knew the drums

of my heart. They danced in  valleys,

on mountains, through the oceans

beneath the moon and with the sun–

lighting up life between night and day.

What’s love got to do with it?

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

When you spend a lifetime

calling out my name

seeing me just the way I am

midst the cobweb’s spiral

What’s love got to do with it?

When we switched roles to reverse

and you played the nurse

when you let me run freely

trusting that I would return

What’s love got to with it?

When you pressed the wrong key

and the music played out of tune

those hard knocks of life

when I welcomed you back in

What’s love got to do with it?

When I take my shades off

and look up at the sun

I see you standing there

It becomes so very clear–

What love’s got to do with it.

I wonder

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

As I roll back the years

Turn back the clock

Wipe away my tears of regret

I wonder

Were you ever really happy?

I’ve forgotten your smile

Something rare, seen once in a while

I wonder

What were you thinking

With the voices inside your head

That played havoc with your moods?

I wonder

Do you have the answers

To all the things that I seek?

Is it your voice, that calls me in my sleep?

I wonder

Was it written in the stars?

For your life to end that way

Never saying goodbye on that solitary day

I wonder

When I look up at the stars

Was it you who just winked at me

Reassuring me with your glimmering light?

I wonder

Will you blow out a candle

On this day when your life began

When you received your deck of cards?

I wonder

Was it you who held my hand

All those times when I felt so forlorn?

Is it you who leaves gifts for me everyday?

Perhaps I shouldn’t wonder – I already know.

When I gaze into the mirror and see you looking back at me.

The fortress

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

Impenetrable

Walls so high to protect me

Even from myself

Deep in the basement

In cobwebs behind a door

Is the hiding place

Of secrets that are

Shrouded behind a dark veil

I dare not expose

Even to myself

Shielding me from destruction

If it is revealed

The fragile essence

Of guarded imperfections

You will never see

They are pounding now

On the doors to be released

To help set me free

I am not alone

I see it so clearly now

Your lock and your key

Let us take the steps

Find that hidden place of fear

Torment and sorrow

The war is over

Time has come to surrender

And break down the walls

Freed from the fortress

What ifs

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

These questions that gnaw at me,

nibbling at the joy that life brings,

feeding me with cheesy excuses,

muddling doubts, impotent fears,

stealing glitter off golden moments,

when I should have been totally here,

not wondering on my own out there–

an exile behind my own prison walls.

What if this is what was meant for me

all along, complete with every crack,

every blemish that prizes the antique,

aspired by most but afforded to a few.

What if I had made an irrevocable error–

taking the bus and not boarding the train,

believing that life had to ride the highway

instead of pausing at each station en route?

What if there were no what ifs to choose–

where automation usurped my controls,

clipped my wings so that I could not fly?

Would I be the me that has reason to be?

What if I told you that this is exactly it?

I’m just where I need to be, here with you?

It’s in the the stars my love, in the stars!

Thank you to Marie from ComeFlywithme for the prompt to write this poem

When Reason leaves

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

She wavers a while

Knows she should stand guard

Has felt the pain before

But she has a Rival

Passion is not her friend

He descends in Don Juan style

Sweeps her out the door

Yesterday’s dust that had settled

Residue of ashes from old fires

Caught off guard in the moment

She savoured its forbidden taste

Intoxicated by its delirious fragrance

She faints again and again

There are no smelling salts

To revive her back to sanity

Once more the fool

When the music plays again

A piped tune, she’d follow to the end

Into the abyss of regrets

Where guilt bites hard, a rabid dog

Infecting her with madness

Until the face in the mirror

Becomes a stranger

Lost to who she thought she was

Passion has his way with her

Even when she tried to say no

It was merely a whimper

He chose not to hear

Because her actions spoke

Much louder than her words

Reason would find her once again

In the drunken gutters

When the party had ended.

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.