A Quest

A Quest

Odd and reticent she is seldom willing
To reveal the tangled web of her emotion
Wily, sly, she’s followed her own salvation
Since the beginning

A world apart punctuates her storied life
Lonely sandcastles she builds, to be torn apart
By the cruelty of sibling rivalries
Envious and spiteful

Beaten by an abusive, boorish husband
Humiliated, benumbed, her goodly spirit
Muffled and muted, her brightest colors darkened
Her life a gray scale

Sons and daughters, dispassionate, turn away
To howl at the moon, mired with self-baggage
Bewildered and lost, sheep on a snowy mountain
Seeking the Shepard

Searching for solace, she queries everywhere
Curious, questing for real love’s Holy Grail
Explores high roads, low roads, no satisfaction
Finds empty spaces

Sometimes we like the quiet, sometimes we don’t
Hers, a lonely uninhabited planet
At times feels stark, unfriendly, deadly silent
Vicious and voiceless

Humorously, she defends her being; cosmic
Jokes, jumbled words frame her own unique language
Cryptic and macabre, designed to perplex
A crossword puzzle

Dangerous her poetry, confusing, surreal
Disguises obsessions, dark camouflage
Perplexes ordinary minds; an enigma
Cast in a shadow

Aging transforms, desensitizes the pain
Mellows the hurt, eases the old transgressions
Growing old is balm, salve for her tortured soul
Memories grow dim

Familiar agitations become stale
Encrusts with mold, unfit to eat or digest
Like poison mushrooms, only toxic if swallowed
She avoids eating




Kbris 2005