poems by Corri Chella

Inspired by my works, Corri Chella wrote some beautiful poems. I'm honored to present them here

I see you - as you see me

I looked for you today, past the burrowed fields, ploughed into wild strains of soft musical flowers sprouting..
And I searched for the essence of you today, past the sweet smell of growth and fresh beginnings, left erupting like stars into the night…
I left the lone skin tones abandoned in adrift shores never encountered, cold, hard-pressed sentiments like each flicker on my surface skin…
I opened eyes too weary to see the light, too hard to accept the night, and I cast adrift the yearnings of forsaken mementos…
I see you, just as you see me, and that is the perfect reflection, imperfection, and refraction of the utter and profound notes of you…


by Corri Chella 2017

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distance

I had gone to battle, the wars like day jobs becoming tedious in its harsh bright, ruby-red splashes of blood and fire, the noises exaggerated, loud to ear-busting explosives knocking all around like paper cups, and leaving us empty shells of men, hollow ghost-like walking frames of singular and sometimes devoid of purpose…

I had stopped for a moment, paused in the only thing left to call my own, a piece of time, a precious commodity of personal space where finally no chaos could enter uninvited. And it was here that you came to me, as though your warm back touched me from behind, standing as bare and radiant, as flesh-real and heated as sun rays penetrating skin...

You, even in this imagined and holographic daydream, as vital, nourishing, life-force inspiring entity that presides over the sea that has become me, the seething mass of complex atoms colliding in each minute twist of fateful flowing veins. You, a punctuation mark, a full stop, a page full of indecipherable patterned words, that somehow manage to make this day exist, make this life continue, make hope rise, with grumbling protests, from her shallow grave…..


by Corri Chella 2017

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sensing the elements

Before the beginningcame the end, and before light tore me away from you there was peace…

In the end came theangel who resided in me and called out to you to take me from here, for whatremains after the storm has passed?

And you I feel, asrough, torn, shattered, and bristling under my softened skin that burns witheach touch of you…

Sensing the elements,the fires and ice of extremes left in collision with the cauldron of fate’sdeep and messed up destiny…


by Corri Chella 2017

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daughter of a lost sailor

Degrees of loss, thefirst time you left me, when I was clasping hands big enough to cover my headin playful tufts and shrugs of heated laughter, hands which fixed my toys, madethe storybooks real with tattered and torn pages, a flick of fingers to bringmagic to life…

The second time youleft me, walked me down the aisle, delivered with silent promise to the arms ofmy new love, handed as though cherished parcel of bundled emotions, to another,and a knowing, wise, roughened skin hand of letting go….

The third time youleft, with no hand this time to record it, no last brush of knots to leave myfingers raw, bleeding from fibres harsher than any word could be. I did not say‘goodbye’ to you, because I never thought you would leave….. 


by Corri Chella 2017

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a glance out

Between worlds, thistwilight realm of perceptible and ethereal presence, where I have no balance,no landmark to weigh me down, to give bearings to my swaying soul in itssailing…Lost, as deep and hidden in the self-made caves where only one can walkand the solitary voice is mine, echoing off walls cold and barren of touch…

Perhaps you see it inmy eyes, that ignited spark of fires far from the surface, the molten lava inveins almost visible, almost gone, tended, and revered for its beautiful fury…

These are my windows,my light source, my eternal question ‘why’, both unanswered and replied tocountless times, the twin functions of both deepest love and desire fuelled bynothing more than the afterthought of your actions…..


by Corri Chella 2017

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