Love is a fire,
finally caught,
an like a kite taking wind,
it's not something that's bought,

It's that most breathless feeling,
the kind that is sought,

An from the heart of the poet
that love
freely taught.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Have you ever closed your eyes for a while,
Only to open them, look around,
And realize how strange everything really is?
This world? This life? This game that we all play?
How utterly weird it is that we can see and hear and touch and feel?
Except that it's not just that we can see;
it's that we can become wrapped in the sheer beauty of sight,
And not that we can hear, but that we can be moved,
be shaken to the core by the passage of sound.
It's not that we can touch others but that we can make others feel.
And how do we spend our time?
Tumbling around in the unimaginably complex
pool of cause and effect, climbing here, falling there,
The whole time slowly figuring out how exactly this thing works.
We go to school, make friends, make enemies, forgive, fail, triumph, grow, learn, find ourselves, find each other, get old, die, mourn, forget.
We ride the highest highs and endure the lowest lows,
All without every truly knowing how or why anything is at all.

grade the second,
our hearts young and naive
he gave me half a sandwich
but kept asking for another girl's hand
(jokingly? i know not.)

//

in the same school string orchestra
i wanted to run bow across violin strings
creating the music in my heart i couldn't express with words
why he took up violin? (and then quit?)
i know not,
for it is five years past

//

he was smarter
and perhaps more mature
than most other boys in the grade
yet he wasn't clever enough
to see how my heart ached and sang for him
or maybe it was just a
missed connection

//

lighthearted jokes always danced between us
but nothing more
i used to think his gaze held volumes of meaning
but maybe he was just observing
the butterfly dancing round my head

//

dark brown eyes, a head of floppy hair
that bounced when he ran
not towards me, but not away either
our gazes clashed how many times i could not count
and he held my heart between his gentle hands
for more than two years
for some reason,
i find him most difficult
to describe in words

do you feel safe within yourself?
do your beliefs battle your feelings?




what can i do to fight a winning battle?