playing dead doesn’t come naturally
by nature I’m a stubborn fighter
known for a tenacious spirit
deaf to the ending bell.

giving up isn’t in my vocabulary
when I KNOW the relative merits of hanging on
and recognize the fallacy
of falsely acknowledging defeat.

I’ve always believed
that I could accomplish whatever I set out to
this habit of a lifetime
has served me well till now.

but when every indication firmly
tells me to stop trying
objective and subjective, customary and recognized
it’s time.


Bottle It

Fall Road b and w



How can I describe

my conflicted heart?

Where are the words of this love?

Where does that divide occur between

the acceptable and the taboo?

Even if I conjured up the magic formula today

would it work its charms tomorrow?

And even if the answers existed

for each dilemma, every riddle

would it be enough?


The panic monster lurks

observing the refuse of failed promises,

feeding on feelings still present

ill-defined, turbulent,

defiant and strong 

Contrary to  intent

the longing doesn’t stop.

grows fierce in its intensity

needing its own elixir

demanding resolution.


(c) The Spirit of the Goddess Minerva

Too Shattered To Spin



Author’s Note:  Artists are fortunate that they have their art to turn to in times of greatest stress and despair.  But sometimes even artists have difficulty getting re-energized by their work.

And all of us have had to, at one time or another, don the mask of normalcy to face the world during a time of personal sadness.


Too Shattered to Spin

Too shattered to spin two words together
unless the words tell
of anguish
of tears
of love crushed under the weight of reality.


Too crushed to think of tomorrow
‘cause I already know that
tomorrow brings nothing but more reminders
that all is lost


Too lost to find my way to happy ;
to regain my buoyant spirit,
to say hello once more
to joy…
to life…


There was no foul
There is no fault
There was surprise
There was fascination
There was delight


There was no way
There is no remedy
There is despair
There is grief
There is a mask ready

(c) The Spirit of the Goddess Minerva


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You are the sum of my dreams
and the essence of my longings.
I crave your touch.
You are my fantasy lover.
You are the energy that lifts me to play amongst the clouds
in search of the sun’s pathways.

You are my refuge from the panic monster
a touchstone bringing calm and clarity
a source of strength and love
a reminder that a constant exists
that caring and kindness do not cease
because time and space intervene.

Miles cannot defeat
this life affirming evidence
that connections persist and bonds strengthen
if we open our minds to possibility
and our hearts to kindness
and breathe in the wonder .

© the Spirit of the Goddess Minerva