This week, Poets and Storytellers United asked us to write on something small but beautiful. What smaller than the dawning of first love? Something that we’ve never felt before and which starts as an insignificant little nothing that becomes something? That little spark that becomes a flame, and then an all-consuming fire?
That Little Something
What a feeling... Almost nothing,
In my mind and in my heart.
It is nothing or it’s something;
But it makes me jump and start...
What could I be lacking now?
What I need, and what I want,
Would my sweetest fate allow?
Or its lack my dreams to haunt?
Is it hunger, is it thirst?
No, my stomach wildly turns;
What to wish for, should I, first?
Ease of mind, for which it yearns?
Or peace of heart, about to burst?
What a feeling... How it burns!
What a feeling... Almost nothing,
In my mind and in my heart.
It is nothing or it’s something;
But it makes me jump and start...
This poem is set to music, and you can find all references to my music in my “Otidorchestre” channel, or listen to it on YouTube, Spotify, Amazon, Deezer, Flo, Pandora, and other music sharing sites.
That Little Something
What a feeling... Almost nothing,
In my mind and in my heart.
It is nothing or it’s something;
But it makes me jump and start...
What could I be lacking now?
What I need, and what I want,
Would my sweetest fate allow?
Or its lack my dreams to haunt?
Is it hunger, is it thirst?
No, my stomach wildly turns;
What to wish for, should I, first?
Ease of mind, for which it yearns?
Or peace of heart, about to burst?
What a feeling... How it burns!
What a feeling... Almost nothing,
In my mind and in my heart.
It is nothing or it’s something;
But it makes me jump and start...
This poem is set to music, and you can find all references to my music in my “Otidorchestre” channel, or listen to it on YouTube, Spotify, Amazon, Deezer, Flo, Pandora, and other music sharing sites.
Beautiful memories of first love . From little things big things can grow into an all consuming passion resulting in a tug o'war between the mind and the bursting heart. Lovely musical accompaniment.
ReplyDeleteA heart-felt passionate piece delving into the mystery of that first spark that might fizzle or grow.
ReplyDeleteI find both the words and music uplifting. So you must indeed have conveyed the authentic experience.
ReplyDeleteOh that first spark and then.... Wonderful poem and that music is haunting What a beautiful voice
ReplyDeleteMaybe it's where I went wrong. First feelings of love for me were huge and overwhelming. Maybe they weren't love too....
ReplyDeleteAh, first love. You were having like mine. We had two of us in 1st grade, other in class was a girl. I didn't know girls and it seems she, like some other girls, wanted to teach me girls. Her dad was widower, took our girl out for a church school. Not sure she graduated from.high school. I didn't keep up with her. While young she committed suicide.
ReplyDeleteI am glad of the ending here - a jolt to the heart and mind can be just what we need at times - Jae
ReplyDeleteYes, that little spark that lights a fire. I listened to your song and it is lovely and haunting.
ReplyDeleteLove the movement, the energy in your poem. I also love the story it tells .... indeed, what a feeling!!!!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Thank you for sharing
ReplyDeleteWell written
ReplyDeleteCarries deep emotions. And carries the reader too.
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