So I’m listening to this song – can’t make up my mind which one I like best. Tell me what you think!
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.
In the amazing world of blogging, you stumble on words that move or inspire you and that’s what happened when I read the work of george agak from
Sliver of Darkness. Something he said, inspired me to challenge him to write a poem on what he had said and I would do the same. So thanks to George, I wrote “Something happened” which you can find here: https://chevvy8.com/2017/02/25/something-happened/ His take on what each new day brings is right here in: “The Leveller” Enjoy and we both welcome your comments. Please check out George’s blog as well. Chevvy.
I want to write
But the strange thing about words is
They slip through the mesh of your mind
flooding your judgment
Poor diction here,
You should have used imagery there,
This poem is too basic!
You killed your success
Before it could escape the jaws of perfection
For fear of rejection
You detoured from your destination
And sought opinions and corrections
Of words with purpose
now you’ve stagnated
Your own growth
But like a traveler in the midst of a desert
Craves a drop of water
We all crave a drop of inspiration
When pages lay blank
When poems remain letters
Without purpose nor destination
Then you remember we’ve all had these words
The perfect artist has them
The sorry poet has them
And then the wind blew
We all loved the cool breeze
But someone made a windmill
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Ah yes – we’re back to that time of the week when we wake up from that afternoon nap, prepare children for school, soak in that relaxing bath, draw the curtains or close the blinds or do whatever rocks your boat in preparation for a smooth week ahead. It’s past 6p.m. down South and remember that you can listen to this when your sun comes down.
Today, I have chosen favourite songs of R&B and smooth jazz from my collection of musicians whose names begin with “G” Enjoy! ✨❤️💖❤️💓💓💖💖✨
For those who tell you that Cancun is a piece of paradise, believe them – it’s true. It is indeed awesome when you have an excuse to work amidst such scenic beauty. As usual though, I only got a glimpse of the pleasure since my colleague and I were attending a conference there. I guess there is no need to complain if you almost sit on the beach while having breakfast every morning. Who would feel like working after this though?
Cancun is certainly paradise for beach lovers and sun worshippers. I find its fine white beach sands and its translucent blue waters very alluring and very exotic compared with our own rolling surfing waves. Cancun is heaven for outdoor enthusiasts, history buffs and thrill-seekers. Add to the scene this sunrise:
And a stroll on the beach:
We stayed at the beautiful Moon Palace. One of the great surprises for me was to find that my room had a Spa bath in the centre of the room. I had the perfect mood music to accompany such luxury.
Less than two hours from Cancun is the Sian Kaan Biosphere Reserve, a protected, unspoiled natural wonderland. It also has one of the world’s largest coral reefs, and the Mesoamerican Barrier Reef System which is located in the Caribbean waters off the shores of the Yucan Peninsula.
I love historical sites and would have loved to see the old Mayan ruins but time did not allow. Here is a picture of Chichén Itzá. It is a world-famous complex of Mayan ruins on Mexico’s Yucatán Peninsula. A massive step pyramid known as El Castillo dominates the 6.5-sq.-km. ancient city, which thrived from around 600 A.D. to the 1200s. Graphic stone carvings survive at structures like the ball court, Temple of the Warriors and the Wall of the Skulls.
The little time we had, we spent shopping for music (not complaining about that) and visiting the local market which sold beautiful Mexican cotton shirts.
I’d say this is another honeymoon destination, not one I could easily afford if I had to pay for it. Still, I always believe that there is no harm in dreaming. In the meanwhile, I think Chris Rea’s “On the Beach” is an apt conclusion. Thank you for reading and dreaming with me.
I was a dusty, weary wayfarer
bruised and limping on bare feet
The night had been far too long
my heart, stone-heavy and dark
But something happened
The first rays of the sun sneaked in
carefully bathing my sullied skin
Fresh winds untangled my hair
and I found you sitting right there
Yes, something happened
Though strangers, we were kindred spirits
perhaps I was taller, but only in height
On this new day, we both had a chance
to brush the soot off our chimney-souls
I know that something happened
It always does when a new sun rises
filling us with unexpected surprises
No matter our distinction and persuasion
the new day levels for us a new haven
Something happened to us today
Another chance to stand, start afresh
another moment to fall back in love
with life itself and our own raison d’être
It’s ours now, let’s absolve their blame.
Something is happening to all of us today.
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!