Christy Pavoncello

Christy Pavoncello Feb 2012

Crouched beneath the sea
Enduring the battering tide,
Seeing only your face
Behind my eyes, closed tight
Screaming for you, in a
Silent fit of bubbles –
To raise myself from the sand
As the waves lead a desperate attack
In an effort to submerse me once again
To their beautiful, torturous comfort
I will hide behind them no longer
No – I will walk from the water
Lifting my feet as I sink
To stand on the shore,
Arms reaching to the ocean
Tasting your sweet kiss,
Instead of salt water
Dripping down my cheek
To land on my lips –
A reminder of what was
And what will always be.

Christy Pavoncello Feb 2012

In a Quiet Place

An autumn day and colder weather
Bring you to a bench in a quiet place
The breeze nips at your face,
Which you lower to your chest
In a silent prayer
Hands plunged in pockets,
You sit in solitude
Feeling a presence near,
Or maybe, just imagining
Wishing, hoping
Never – expecting…
A tear wells in your eye
Despite the fight to make it disappear
And it drips down your cheek –
You look at the gray stone that stands
Before you
The inscription glaring,
Suppressed tears are released
And you raise your eyes
To the sky
Begging the clouds
To see her again.

Christy Pavoncello Feb 2012

Magnolia in an April Storm

Shivering in the wet air,
Grasping to the last of the pink, fragrant
petals for whatever warmth
they may provide –
Rain runs over the soft, moistened bark
And falls off in sheets.
The wind tousles outreached branches,
And sighing, it waits
For the sun to bring warmth once more.

Christy Pavoncello Feb 2012

Oh, Solemn Statue

Oh, solemn statue,
What is your story?
You perch upon your marble pedestal
Protecting your environment
With your threatening stare
But in your eyes
I find no menace,
Only loss and longing
What has been taken
For you to assume this sad stance?
And is it your troubled soul
That is represented by your grimace,
Or is it the soul of your maker
Finding no cure for the turbulence in his mind
Only to create himself
In this model of you
From the stone he carved from?
I wish I could find the source of your despair
But since I cannot,
I will leave this gift of a rose
Upon your throne
In the hope that you can find some happiness
In the midst of this gloomy place
Where you have been doomed to stand

Christy Pavoncello Feb 2012

Cold

Another gust of wind,
A shiver down my spine
The page turns,
And the story continues
My imagination runs wild
When my eyes find the sky,
The clouds take form.
Ghosts of my past,
They illustrate my thoughts
As I watch in agony
From the leaves I lay upon,
The wind’s insomnia complements my own
Breathing its cold breath,
Biting my face and my neck.
My arms rise to cover my head
While my eyes fill
With the tears of my dreams

Christy Pavoncello Feb 2012

This Kiss

This kiss is a love note
A never-ending promise
A sweet, tender touch
Saying so many things
Without any words
Hello,
I love you
Stay with me forever
Keep me in your heart
As you are in mine
Your lips are a pen
Writing me a story
A breath-taking past, present
And future
This kiss is my addiction
I can’t live without you.

Christy Pavoncello Feb 2012

A Thousand Tears

A thousand tears for them
The lost, the heartbroken
The angry, the neglected
A thousand tears for you
Plus one more
For being all those things
But never giving up
As the tears fall,
My love for you grows stronger
As I lay with my eyes open
They fill and finally empty
Leaving me,
The tears are my emotions
Kept inside for no one to see
But for my pillow to absorb
Until the next night
When I think of them again
A thousand more tears shed
And then,
A thousand plus one more
Because you are strong
And I am not
But I will be strong for you