Glenn Jr Marchand Poet I do not know?

Refuge From Athena

Athena looked into my eyes, 
The frigidity of her heart
Softened. Athena panic’d 
Within innocence of my 
Eyes. I couldn’t help but 
Crumble at her feet. Athena 
Burst into tears. We held 
Each other until the sun rose.
How do I again hate? For 
Love is the pain of Yahweh.
 
I now ponder within thoughts of
Non-objectivity—Athena has 
Slipped through my fingers.
God! Hast thou ever loved me?
 
I search for Athena: desperate
Eyed, Byzantine bewitched, 
Afflicted from cloudberries, 
Crawling through grottos
Of absurdity. I yin a hovel
Of refuge to rescue me of
My love of Athena. Is there 
Such a refuge? Athena! Hold me.



Glenn Jr. Marchand

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Carolyn Devonshire June 18, 2009 at 1:33 PM Marvelously intriguing, especially the way you describe your love and search for Athena. You don't have to worry about being in a hovel of refuge; the mind that produced this poem rests on a far higher spiritual plane. Excellent work! Truly a pleasure to read. Love, Carolyn