Feelings: Drudge With Smiling Sigh & Precious Spikenard Poem by Margaret Alice

Drudge With Smiling Sigh

I used to think my heart
was made of stone but
found it melts - is melting
still: overjoyed I find
how sensitive it is

Amazed to feel a strength
like spider’s webs withstand
the wounds of life while
spinning out more love
and dreams in fairytales

Exult in poetry, imagining
a love unique to liberate
a spirit free in glory,
a love envisioned in
my joyous dreams –

Strength to drudge today’s
reality with smiling sigh,
listen to the poets’ songs
sung sweet in promises of
love that's lost and
love that's found again…


The Precious Spikenard

The crystal ball fell down and
broke into a million pieces, the
precious ointment of spikenard
was spilled - only one crystal
shard of my Gestalt remained
behind to live my life; a
prism reflection
of this world

Some of my fragments are still
trapped in stories of the long
ago where alternative realities
still go on in an ever-present
moment; the crystal shard that
is me today has no silver cord
binding it to this
reality

Free-floating and alone, the
shard is left without anchor
in a sea of meaningless
events...