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.

Sliver of Darkness

I want to write
But the strange thing about words is
They slip through the mesh of your mind
flooding your judgment
With imperfections
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
Before fusion
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
The same
Levelers
Of creation
And then the wind blew
We all loved the cool breeze
But someone made a windmill
And…

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I have fallen in love with Julia’s work, such beautiful quotes, such gentle poetry. This quote stole my heart today. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

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“How do you know if something is real? That’s easy. Does it change you? Does it form you? Does it give you wings? Does it give you roots? Does it make you look back at a month ago and say, “I am a whole different person right now”? If yes, then it’s real. The evidence of truth and reality lies in how much something can touch you, can change you, even if it’s from very far away. Distance is only the evidence of what can be surpassed.”
― C. JoyBell C.

Love is always real.

Vladimir Kush

Art by Vladimir Kush.

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solitude

I love words,

their satin texture,

their rich timbre–

tasty morsels–

carefully arranged

on a platter,

wetting my appetite.

 

Yet I understood,

how those words

failed you,

when you went,

to that place–

beyond euphoria

or magic’s magnificence.

 

I moved with you,

in your solitary dance–

a spectator

to illusive images,

inconclusive insights,

evocative emotions

which you tried to convey.

 

In the end, I knew.

Words were wasted,

lost in translation

in a language that

you solely understood,

not spoken or heard.

On that journey…

 

we each must travel, alone.

I’m one of those who generally prefers to skip the advertisements on television. But I’ve taken a fancy to this one from one of our cellphone companies which pitches at connecting everyone on the nightshift when folks would rather  be home with their families. It kinda gives me a warm feeling to see the clock flashing through  our cities and airports and our rainbow nation. All the best to those on the Nightshift!

If you’d like a touch of nostalgia, here is the original song.”Nightshift” was a 1985 hit song by the Commodores and the title track from the eleventh album of the same name. The song, written by then lead singer Walter Orange in collaboration with Dennis Lambert and Franne Golde, was a tribute to soul/R&B singers Jackie Wilson and Marvin Gaye, who both died in 1984.

Magnolia

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.