Gemini - Poem by Shirley Spycalla
the rain falls and I bow my head,
wallowing in self-pity as though I were dead.
a swift-winged hummingbird comes to feed
and fills my heart with great stirrings of glee.
I tread upon the earth while musing,
uncaring for the flowers trampled in passing.
in the sky, stormy clouds break apart
and I see a weed with petals a work of art.
I sink into hell, and my forlorn plea
becomes testimony to my twin personality.
I sing, on high, duets with my celestial twin
while music flows from a million-dollar violin.
Then skies clear and, once again, I am whole.
The sun brings light to my divided soul
while my aching heart, sated, fills with bells
and rises to Heaven in a chorus of angels.
For I am Gemini – decked in silks and sateen,
doomed to highs, lows, and all in-between.
My soul is bared when, before you, I sing,
separated into two, I am Yang and Ying.
Each half enhances the other, as day to night
so I glow as I sing, dance, paint and write
with each twin coexisting with the other,
like a gentle sister, yet as strong as a brother.
I am a child of nature who loves the stage;
the colours of autumn - red, gold and orange.
I am an open book; it’s plain for all to see
just who I am - for God chose me to be -
'Feb 6,2006, Montserrat, West Indies'
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