Tag: reflection

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?

Salt of my tears

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

The salt of my tears washed with the sea

As I swam to the horizon searching for me

I tumbled with the waves in fluctuating emotion

Deep-diving into mysteries of a rapturous ocean

Astounded by the array of creatures I found

The resplendent beauty held me spellbound

Genuflecting to the greatest artist of all time

Creator of love, of all that is pure and divine

Lost and found midst the kaleidescopic vortex

Fresh understanding stirred in my visual cortex

Of a beauty and wonder I had never seen before

My soul floated by, a bright light leading to a door

There in the secret chambers, on the ocean’s floor

I found a glimmering scroll, engraved with my score

A tally of my life’s account and the outstanding balance

With budget notes, on how to offset the sum of my talents

Then I heard a voice so tender and profound

Encouraging me to finish the race to higher ground

Intense feelings of sorrow left me feeling bereft

For a moment I felt helpless as I wept and wept

Gently he took my hand, leading me back to the air

Sharing my burden, telling me I had nothing to fear

God in all his wisdom, would honor my every need

Splashing out of the water, my soul majestically freed!

The paradox is Me

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

two faces

I am crazy –but I’m fantastic!

I’m fickle but I’m also a woman of substance,

I’m a fool sometimes, but I’m also a genius,

I’m sultry and sullen, but oh so exciting!

I’m cool as a cucumber but so fiery and passionate!

 

I’m fixated and focused yet oh so scatterbrained,

I’m so dependable and reliable that it hurts

But I’m also so dependent

I’m so hurtful at times, but so sensitive that I cry.

I’m so lonely, yet I want to wallow in my aloneness.

 

I’m so self absorbed – yet giving too much of myself

I don’t love enough those I should be loving – waste

too much energy on those who do not care enough.

I want so much from those who have very little to give.

 

I want to solve the world’s problems without solving my own.

I want to be the art of perfection without perfecting my art,

 

Yet I am the pulsating, exciting music that throbs in your ears,

I am the waves that crash against each other,

I am the sun that peers behind a cloudy sky,

I am the earth that stretches boundless,

I am the unwritten text, the unexplored mountain, the green fig,

The ripened, juicy plum!

 

Tonight when I sleep, I will glide through lush meadows,

Sway among bobbying flowers, drink from cool streams,

Feel the sun kiss my skin, taste the ripe burst of succulent fruit,

Hear the sound of peaceful melodies, feel the comfort of being loved,

Experience the gentle touch of a loving hand, rise to highest crescendo of the maestro’s symphony, burst forth in song – triumphant!

 

 

 

 

 

Soul’s Respite

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

The seagulls squawk my name,

A collusion of united refrain,

Disrupting the myriad sounds

Crossing the water, making their rounds.

Undeterred, the water keeps her calm.

She knows she holds the healing balm,

Restorative to spirits like mine, ravaged

By the machinery of big city life, savaged!

She knows the mystery of how to go with the flow,

Not be caught in the trappings of life’s status quo.

I observe each creature taking its turn,

Breaking the silence without chasing a churn.

Restive, in this quiet place

A moment of thinking space,

Before I return to the reeling rat race

Where time moves to a much quicker pace.

I cannot, simply will not give my soul away.

Not now, prayerfully not on any other day!

Walking down the other side

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

shadows in dark

I’ve walked down the other side

with you,

seen the ghosts that haunt your mind.

You’ve walked down the other side

with me,

holding the mirror to the deep of my soul.

You took me places that no one else

had seen – you took me

places that I had never been.

We soon realised that it wasn’t safe

to be on the other side

Too much exposure and then it was suddenly over.

Once we returned we had to atone

for the pleasures of our sins,

and for letting our emotions creep  in.

Was it illusion or a taste of confusion I ask ?

When I reflect

I know that it’s a journey we both had to take.

So starting once again on a fresh slate,

the illusions turned into dreams,

the ones that move through your sleep.

But it’s clear to me that when the light

shines through my window,

Reality’s feet walk in,

filled with giggles and smiles.

But where would we be without dreams?

Surely a world filled with static

if dreams never saw the light of day,

if  children were never allowed to play?

But I do know it to be righteously so

that there are some dreams we must let go.