LESA

LESA

“We’re all connected;

All part of the same symphony,”

She said. Soft, brown eyes

carry her conviction,

her desire.

She leaned in so our knees

touched under the table,

her hand on my arm…

“And everyone should follow

their dreams so they can live

happily ever after.” That’s why

she’s here in Tennessee where

the music is magic, and the days

are made of gold, to reconnect

with a haunting melody born

on a little farm, and

a one room school;

to dance again in waist high

grass… a secret

Ode to Joy.

Author's Note

Have you ever had someone just float into your life, and then float away? This is about one of those Fae beings whose intrusion was greater than the sum of its parts.

Reviews

[Lorry]

Aye, I've known the kind well. Well, as well as they decide to let me, which coincidentally is never as much as I'd hoped! 😊
I remember one in particular, we'll call her South Africa for short, to saver blushes and mine too, in forgetting her name completely.
She spent a summer here, was a cousin of one of her gang and was probably a little less stunning than I remember, but only just.
She told us of that mythical and exotic land like it was so boring, when in fact all that was wrong with it was it lacked the excitement of the big city.
We told her that city life would drive her crazy eventually and we had the most amazing summer together, just as long as we distracted her cousin long enough to spend time together.
I saw her page on Facebook a few years later and although she done well for herself, she stayed in her "boring town and reading some of her posts, often talked about her Scottish summer and a guy that could have been me, if she forgot my name too.
She had three kids and talked like she was being held captive and never got to travel.
She also got addicted to irn bru, our local soda that at that time, you couldn't get anywhere else.
That was about the time I got to like it too, but that might have been from tasting it on her lips.
And to think, that summer the world got a lot smaller, right up to when she left again and it got back to its normal massive size, which I think the technical term for it is, half a world away.
Sigh. I never will forget that summer with whatsername! 😊

[Vol]

Lorry,
I bet you do... remember. And summers remembered are the things of which poets are made... You could, in fact, versify this review to the delight of us all...
Vol

[Seriana]

A very short season, yet the impact in grand, nonetheless. If you're lucky enough, the star might stay. Sweet nostalgia, Vol. Thanks for your words!

[Vol]

Seriana,
I have a dichotomy of reactions to poetry. It seems to me, people want poetry to make them feel something, and sometimes that is enough. But for me those poems are more "verse" than poetic. I think the very best poems are statements of philosophy, of observations about the condition of humankind, society, culture, or insights into life and existence. Poetry needs to challenge conventional thinking, carry a gun and have fangs.
Vol

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, and I knew her for only one night and then a couple hours the next day. Nothing physical although we both hinted the longing for it. But she was taken, and it was an eden we could not enter.
j.

[Vol]

J.
Lesa was a teacher at my school for one year. Nothing physical, but with the same tension as you describe.
Vol

[Matthew Kult]

People come and go do yes I have had someone float in them float out. It was intense then simply gone. I chalk it up to life.

Poetically magical, great read.

With love,

Matthew

[Vol]

Matthew,
It IS life, and takinf time to pay close attention to those moments is to live it ABUNDANTLY...
As though there might any other way.
Vol

[Ken Simm.]

To answer your question. Yes I have, several times but have never been able to reconstruct it as poetically as this.