Tag: love

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.

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!

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

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.

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

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.

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.

Bound by your love

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

When I fear being lost

I know that you will find me

A tracker, navigator and compass

To my troubled, wavering soul

Seek and I shall find – you said

And there you were, waiting

With words of warming comfort

Ready to be my guiding ranger

You offered me a rock

On which to build my home

So here I am, receiving shelter

From the ceaseless raging storm

You promised me eternal Sun

To nurture my inner strength

I’ve found a shoulder to lean on

You rise each day, to give me hope

Most of all you’ve followed me

Through lofty mountains and

The turbulence of turning tides

Through it all, I’ve seen your smile

Now I know, I’d do it all over again

Just to be one with you…

Under a full moon

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

ethereal light–

your distance tonight

rides the back of Winter’s chill

yet in your fullness

is the womb’s promise–

deliverance of a beating pulse

why then this feeling?

this desolation and doom–

weighing heavily in the dark

as you rise in the heavens–

spread your nurturing warmth

to those whom you have given birth

swaddle them gently–

nurse them with your loving care

and as you lay them down to sleep

dispose of their wasted fears…

Aura of love

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

It’s like a magical trick

When I type, then you click

When you suddenly cross my mind

Your puzzle messages I find

Trapped in your own juxtaposition

You fire your blank ammunition

Straight at my simmering heart

Confessional-stained ink in your art

You want to leave, but keep returning

For the love you are still yearning

I know how conflicted you’re feeling

Because that same love has me reeling

I’m still trying to find my own way

Uncertain if you should return and stay

It’s the aura of love that magnetizes

And soul’s longing that hypnotizes

In my shades of violet and blue

I’m still here love– waiting for you…

But you’ll need to calibrate the dark shades

That you flaunt in dazzling white charades

I see your true colours…