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Monday, May 23, 2016





Fragile
like the powdered wing of a butterfly
that crumbles so easily under just the slight touch
of even a gentle fingertip.
Love can be so full of strength...
like a wind that is difficult to walk against,
or a gush of water that pushes your hand away
when all you want is to catch a bit in your palm.
But love is a delicate tapestry
strong,
yet so weak.
Hearts once resilient with youth
grow tattered like a flag flown too long,
And like a tattered flag,
even though meaning so much,
can fall to threads.
Love is a fragile puzzle.
It is different for each of us...
the way it plays out,
the paths it takes.
No one's missing piece will fill the spot in your heart,
and no one's definition
fits your love...
Love is fragile.
It is not to be judged
or solved
or completed
by anyone but you and whom you have in your heart.
To allow anything
or anyone
to force their puzzle piece into your empty place,
means the crumbling of a butterfly wing....

K.M.Q.F
5/23/15

Friday, March 25, 2016

TESTS




And so the tests of love go on. 
Tests, always tests. 
And always for me it seems. 
Forever dodging and forging. 
Nothing ever stays simple for me. 
Never easy. 
No matter how basic I try to go 
or how I attempt to keep it...
always something. 
Even in supposed perfection there are those areas that demand flaws. 
In the pit of my tummy 
and in my silly lovetorn heart, 
fear rumbles...bile...
threatening to spew. 
The test of love being in all the tightness of my clutches, 
can I set the bird free. 
Not only release him 
but even send him off with kisses and fanfare...
because that would be what's right for him. 
The shell ive fortified long ago to house my lifeless heart, 
will remain awaiting its return. 
In tears and agony I can go on. 
Perhaps i should have known what foolish game I played...

ELEMENTS





And then it happens...
that moment when you fold;
You've worn out your tough mask...
Worn during this stronghold.
You've displaced many bricks...
In your "nothing can touch me" wall.
Determined to take or give nothing,
Now giving completely all.
First an opening where love could peek in,
Then allowing him to pull you through.
Now here he is...this creature,
of the most fascinating, beautiful hue.
Who's so very much more passionate
In so very many more ways
Then you'd ever imagined a man to be,
On the strings of your heart he plays.
His mind, his soul, his body...
A man able to stir in your heart
every single emotion that lies there
both together or when apart.
Who can probe your mind, make you think about things
In a way you've never before.
He can coax a smile when your mood is low.
He is able to unlock your door.
But he can also entice you
into a moment of frustrated rage
with word, opinion or attitude.
Then just as quickly turn your page.
He can caress the depths of your soul
With a simple smile and touch.
You'd never have ever believed tis true
How you could love someone so much.
He will focus with stubborn intent
on whatever task he's involved...
and even your presence oblivious to,
until the problem resolved.
But just like that, he circles back,
reassuring in his love.
You fit heart to heart in a precious hug
like a hand fits into a glove.
That moment you fold, confess your need,
with emotion that makes you weep...
You tell him you can't ever let him go,
and this love is one you must keep.
Then with a kiss to your forehead, 
with eyes gazing  into your own,
He tells you his love will always be strong,
His devotion to you he's shown.
And later alone, quiet, tender time
when your deepest love you share,
As he holds you breathless you truly know
he's your water, earth, fire and air...

-Kathleen M Quinn-Farber
 11/17/14

Dramatic Exit




I had the most awful scary thought.
You said you were in love with me
that you'd be back the next day.
But you haven't called or text in over a day.
Haven't answered.
I'm getting the silent treatment...
Not even a returned I love you.
You said many things to reassure me that night
While you made your dramatic exit
speaking in metephors
missing only was a background score.
Only this isn't a movie...its my life.
I am able to give time and space
As much as you need
Because I love you.
But a haunting thought lurks...
Were the promises and assurances told only to get out the door?
And is that how easily it can be done?
Just spoken like cold lines in a script...
Then you're gone...
And if so, how will I ever trust again?


-K.M.Q.F.
12/15/14

I Am That Child




I am that child
The one torn between people I love
"Mommy didn't mean that, Daddy"
"Daddy doesn't mean that, Mommy"
Words between people
Situations
Bitter tears
A tragic merry-go-round
Ending in an end.

I am that child
The one listening
but not wanting to hear
The one crying when no one is looking
The crying no one wants to see
or validate
Peacemaking
dragging her feet desperately trying
To make it end.

I am that child
The one smiling
pretending it doesn't hurt
but feeling the sting just the same
Caught in the middle
confused
unsure but sure
loving yet despising
eyes darting to and fro
waiting for an end.

I am that child
Fearful of trusting
yet trusting too much
Exhausted by thrown words
thumbs crammed into ears
The same pain
from long ago
here and now
Like something that never ends.

I am that child
Fragile at heart
feeling betrayed
yet moving on
Seeing what's not spoken
feeling what isn't explained
Allowing the outside
to hurt my inside
In the end.

-K.M.Q.F. 5/17/15

The Glass Wall





There is a glass wall
where people look in
and they see what you say
but dont feel what you feel.
Like a two-way mirror
they think that they know
but they don't really know
what you feel
They are not in your skin
or your heart
or your soul
and they just dont know...

-K.M.Q.F.
5/30/15

FRAGILE




Fragile
like the powdered wing of a butterfly
that crumbles so easily under just the slight touch
of even a gentle fingertip.
Love can be so full of strength...
like a wind that is difficult to walk against,
or a gush of water that pushes your hand away
when all you want is to catch a bit in your palm.
But love is a delicate tapestry
strong,
yet so weak.
Hearts once resilient with youth
grow tattered like a flag flown too long,
And like a tattered flag,
even though meaning so much,
can fall to threads.
Love is a fragile puzzle.
It is different for each of us...
the way it plays out,
the paths it takes.
No one's missing piece will fill the spot in your heart,
and no one's definition
fits your love...
Love is fragile.
It is not to be judged
or solved
or completed
by anyone but you and whom you have in your heart.
To allow anything
or anyone
to force their puzzle piece into your empty place,
means the crumbling of a butterfly wing....

K.M.Q.F
5/23/15