Vesta

[jaymie]

someday on the ocean floor, in the sludge of the first lifeforms
there will rise a wave
but not just any wave really

a slimy, black and green, methane fizzing hand of fate
will reach up and out of oozing darkness
to strangle our children and pets

history will be wiped clean
everything that you created here
everything you did
will be gone
all your great ideas that exist only in your head
will spill out onto a blanket of stars at your feet
tears will rain down from the sky

they say that everything you touch is changed
every moment, life is not the same
dreams come and I watch them go
I hold onto life as I hold onto insecurity
most of the time someone looks out of my eyes with a sense of quiet urgency
I do not know that person very well
sometimes my heart aches in pain
If you are not in pain you are not in love, it says.

When you leave the world, do you want it to go quick?
like a flame burning out?
or do you want to linger on in stories and in memories of the living?
She lived and suffered like us, she had much to say without really saying it.
I never want to be like her.

Vesta's thrown has been taken, but her power does not lie in the throne, it lies in her heart.
so she tends the garden everywhere she goes.

 

[(Wordy)]

This is beautiful... it flows, builds, soars, then breaks like a gentle wave.

 

[Raz]

Vesta's thrown has been taken, but her power does not lie in the throne, it lies in her heart.
so she tends the garden everywhere she goes.

The entire piece is well written, but this really reached out and grabbed me...

Vesta is the goddess of the home, yeah? I love the idea that she still has power because what she is was never really about power to begin with...maybe I'm projecting, but that's what I get from it.