docmaverick
docmaverick
Mar 19, 2011

Magic of Makhaela

Some people have the wherewithall to become a good student
while others, are more inclined to excel as an instructor
but, I know someone who's of the mention for both!

The only disclaimer is that, from any given moment
she can "flip" on you.....with the stealth of a circus acrobat!

That does happen to be a part of her "magic", as it were;
for even she can't say whether, or not she's teaching, or learning;
so we never noticed, that she coerced us all into playing the remaining roles.

Sometimes, we'd see her teach the timid how to "cut loose", for the first time
or, learn of a "jabbertalkie" in needing reminding that silence, could be their new, best friend;

I helped to teach her the generousity of an honest smile,
the sincere, integrity of a gentle grin
that was when I learned from Makhaela, that I really knew how to perform "magic",
because after her laughter faded, she'd always wear that magical smile, that I had given her;

only, she wouldn't tell me how I learned to do it!
And, if I could learn that then, I could maybe learn to give her something really, special;
like give her, herself back.....for it has had to have been difficult learning to teach others'

to teach her, of the "magic" that she already owned!
For when I think about it.....only Makhaela would teach me of posessing "magic",

while she herself, was still but a student;
a student of the will, that causes serendipity to rule the day!
For, I had already learned to laugh.....even how to smile,

so, I did teach her that I could learn that kind of "magic"!
And, the rest is simply.....serendipity!

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates

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Roscoe Lane

Great story poem, we forget that some of the greatest things in life are within us. This tells of such a discovery. Great poem Regards Roscoe..