Tag: violence

Impressions of words

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry
Credit- Gordon Anderson

when we were young–

with the innocence of lambs

words flew like rapid-fire bullets

catapulting us through sling-shots

when we were young–

words left fingerprints all over

that forged who we’d  become

impressions and punched annihilations

When we were young–

thunderstorms whipped and cracked

as lighting flashed with cursing words

that covered the mirrors of ourselves

when we were young–

those words ached and they cringed

paralysing us underneath hidden fears

brimming our eyes with sobbing tears

when we were young–

we  really did not understand

the meaning of those hateful words

now trapped in dark passages of time

now that we are young–

to a world of new translations

we know there are spaces and places

between the words and their shadows

now that we are young:

those words can dress up in new clothes

dance wildly beneath the thunderstorm

take a bow beneath rainbow’s radiance

Now that we are young !

Letting it go

by Chevvy, posted in Poetry

A truth finally revealed,

So many things concealed

In the sealed depths of my mind,

So much meaning still undefined.

But now that I have come to know

What happened so many bleak years ago

I stand and watch the old house as it falls,

Seeing the cracks in the foundations and the walls.

I see  the worn stained threads of the human fabric

Mismatching colors, frayed ends, all so tragic

And after all the tears and unsolicited fears,

Acceptance settles me after many wasted years.

In the gloom and dankness of those rooms

I sweep up the clutter and cobwebs with my brooms

The time for fairytales and missed birthday cakes

Is no longer an important part of old heartaches.

Time has come to gather remnants to heap upon the pyre

Hear the crackle, smell the smoke and watch the fire,

As it consumes and burns all the anger, hurts and pains

Until only the fine residue of  ash is all that remains.

With wings of forgiveness and peace, I am letting it go!

Banish the dreams of that empty house, with memories of  woe

Renew with new building blocks and no walls made with straw

Let the Sunshine stream in through the freshly painted door!