Too Shattered To Spin

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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
forever

 

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

You

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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

A Word or Two About Love

Can you define love in a word or two???

 

…..love….

 

a totally inadequate word

for this passion that rages

Outpacing each obstacle

tossed in its path

 

for the unimaginable depths of feeling

welling up unbidden.

Overcoming guarded habits

of a lifetime.

 

for the fierce unwillingness to bow to reason

rendering demographics meaningless

by overriding time and space

to meet on another plane.

 

longing to be free of the earthly pull

to tear off restraints –

overwhelmed by the sheer joy

that lifts my spirit to the heavens

 

yearning for moments yet to come

to touch your lips, to gaze into your eyes

to feel your breath warm my cheek

Our hearts beat in perfect unison.

Death Knell

misty marina_edited-1This morning I awoke with hope
Tentative, confused, yet all was possible
Still sorting out attitudes, the oughts, the shoulds
Needing to know more.

But not that
Not the death of hope
Not the final killing blow
Not the end of my world.

I have lost so much
There should be no surprise
That a passion so rare and elusive
Should be ripped from my heart.

You eased into your news
tried to lessen the shock
Divulged a few details the other day
Finished it off today.

You have been so sweet
Right from day one
And today was no different
Softly and gently killing my soul.

The central premise of my universe
Has vanished – a tectonic shift
Now nothing holds my world together
Without you – I will reach out to emptiness.

Grieving the death of what could have been
Pain profound a bottomless pit
I simply don’t want to “be”.
I want to go to sleep and never waken.

 

original poetry by the Spirit of the Goddess Minerva  April 2, 2014 (c)