I want to write a poem now
but really I'm too busy
I've got to get some gardening done and it's got me in a tizzy

chores and chores I hafta do
dishes, cooking cleaning
I need to focus focus
an somehow keep the meaning

keep the meaning of life in mind
trust in something better
maybe take a break to write
a long an poignant letter

but for now that dirt is callin,
a place to pull some ****,
***** knees and ***** hands
are really all I ever need

I will write again of worms an robins
an a glorious Vermont June
the month my sweet birthday comes
with my crescent waxing moon

another year just passes by
full of pain and full of bliss
I just raise a hand an I sigh,
cuz there's nothing
I would wanna miss

I just try to be ever grateful
for each day is a chance
to do it better
than I did the day before.

Ma Cherie ©2017

up in the mountains
in a place called Lincoln
15 degrees cooler where I sit

where sweet raindrops fall
an cascade on the leaves here
an monarch butterflies flit

this is a place
that is so otherworldly
everywhere something for me
when lo and behold
above on a lantern
what do you think that I see?

my loveliest Luna
the moth of my moon
sent to me,
this I am sure

my beautiful Luna
feminine lady
I am astounded at her

if you don't know her
you really should
she only lives here to love

Luna my Luna
thank you grandmother
sent to me from up above,

she is a totem of time from before
sacred of sacred is she
Luna my Luna thank you for coming
thank you for rescuing me,

I will remember your sacrifices
given unselfish for free
I will be looking for all other signs too
I will be looking to see

exactly how beautiful
this great big experience is here,
so that I can retell it
in all its true
glory an splendor
undebted to the past
to you again one day.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I am but a poet
it is sad
but it is true
an my story
is older than time,

back before the age
of everything known
I was already taught
in the rhyme

I must have been born again
and again returned I am
to this thing
I am but a poet true
who's song
is what I must sing

I mean it's not as if it's a choice.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Days go by fassST
nights go by even-
fasssSTer
sometimes in pure and high delight
other times in a shear
an quite perfect natural disaster,

I might be addicted to your arms
an disabled by those hidden charms
I can't hear no longer tbe warning alarms,

as long as I am beside you love
I know I can face tomorrow brave again

Ma Cherie © 2017

gently breezing
by my face
you dance upon
the morning sky,

intricately,
patterned lace,
I watch
as it just passes by,

but he is just
so beautiful,
he entrances
every eye,

a lovely little
floating wisp
in the form
of butterfly,

on the air
so clean an crisp,
I wave a hand
but no goodbye

an not a single grieving tear
not a tear for me to cry,

as I know
I will definitely
see you again
one day.

Ma Cherie © 2017

I struggle with myself,
I struggle with my brain
it ain't that I'm a crazy
it ain't I'm gone insane

trauma changes people
deep within the mind
all that I am asking
is you be the loving kind,

I gotta thinkin problem
some things invade my thought,
I don't know when it happened
or if it was something I was taught,

so tell me I'm annoying
but don't say that I'm bad
tell me I am wonderful
in loving me your glad,

I will love you truly love
cuz I am true of heart
but maybe we are doomed you know
doomed we were the start,

but still,
too not seek the beauty in the experience,
seems to me a waste of both our precious precious time
when loving could be so amazing
exciting an sublime

I only ask you try
be present be with me
open up your mind and heart
only then we will see
if to love so unencumbered
will set our love so free,

only then we will know-

if you an I
were ever -
REALLY
meant to be.

Ma Cherie © 2017