‘Unbroken’ and Other Poetry by Andrew Gelinas The Society February 23, 2014 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 1 Comment Unbroken If I should break myself today Unchanged from every burden bare Determined unafraid to say That I shall find the strength to wear Whatever fortune great or small My maker has bestowed on me. By chance wherever I may fall I forge alone my destiny. Then I may find the eyes to see Beyond the trembling darkness My will shall not yet conquer me Until I have shown my greatness. I will not yet abandon you My heart, my soul, my memory I will struggle and stagger through Until at last I shall be free. Oh Slow My Setting Sun Depart Oh slow my setting sun depart As time is far too fast Bereft my broken beating heart So more my will outlast. So more my will outlast my pride Like fleeting fields of frost As shadows fall asleep inside My dreams are never lost. My footsteps fade and wash away So tangled with the tide These trampled tears shall not dismay My strength shall not be tried. My strength shall overcome my fear And mend my beating heart As yet this time shall disappear Oh slow my setting sun depart. The Mistress In The Mist (A true story of North Haven Island, Maine) Have you seen the mistress? The mistress in the mist Resting on a fallen spruce Longing to be kissed… She walks down to the shore And up the dirt drive way. She wanders here forevermore Like it was yesterday, The many men who knew her All have slipped into the sea. While many years have passed her by In lonely misery She has been held captive By the moss and by the mist She searches hopelessly in vein For a love she cannot resist. For a love she has forsaken When her dream, she was denied Though her soul was never taken With the tears she never cried. Even mighty men will fade away As iron turns to rust The mistress in the mist is lost With no one left to trust. With no one left to talk to, With no one left to love. She walks without a shadow Beneath the stars above And somewhere in that forest Smelling like a summer rose The mistress in the mist was found, Still sleeping as she froze. Still sleeping as she passed away, On a quiet moon-lit night She chose to stay among the spruce Turning away from the light. She chose instead to wait for love If choosing love is wrong The mistress in the mist, shall wait Forever, far too long. Andrew Gelinas is a poet living on North Haven Island, Maine. He was born with cerebral palsy. Featured Image: “After the Storm” by William Bradford. Related Post ‘The New McCarthyism’ and Other Poetry by Bruce ... The New McCarthyism by Caud Sewer Bile McCarthyism is alive and thriving in the land, but now ironically it is the left that’s going mad. The le... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail One Response Jim Scott February 23, 2014 Enjoyed these pieces, especially the second one for it’s structural strength for it held very well to the natural stresses of the written words when spoken. And although the representation of the sentiments it was trying to portray was great, the third one was even better in that regard. A really pleasant read to wake up to on a Sunday morning and I look forward to reading more of Andrew’s work. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.