Drudge With Smiling Sigh <br /> <br />I used to think my heart <br />was made of stone but <br />found it melts - is melting <br />still: overjoyed I find <br />how sensitive it is <br /> <br />Amazed to feel a strength <br />like spider’s webs withstand <br />the wounds of life while <br />spinning out more love <br />and dreams in fairytales <br /> <br />Exult in poetry, imagining <br />a love unique to liberate <br />a spirit free in glory, <br />a love envisioned in <br />my joyous dreams – <br /> <br />Strength to drudge today’s <br />reality with smiling sigh, <br />listen to the poets’ songs <br />sung sweet in promises of <br />love that's lost and <br />love that's found again… <br /> <br /> <br />The Precious Spikenard <br /> <br />The crystal ball fell down and <br />broke into a million pieces, the <br />precious ointment of spikenard <br />was spilled - only one crystal <br />shard of my Gestalt remained <br />behind to live my life; a <br />prism reflection <br />of this world <br /> <br />Some of my fragments are still <br />trapped in stories of the long <br />ago where alternative realities <br />still go on in an ever-present <br />moment; the crystal shard that <br />is me today has no silver cord <br />binding it to this <br />reality <br /> <br />Free-floating and alone, the <br />shard is left without anchor <br />in a sea of meaningless <br />events...<br /><br />Margaret Alice<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/feelings-drudge-with-smiling-sigh-precious-spikenard/
