The Searcher – painting by Gordon Solomon, poetry by Alta Solomon
The Searcher
Searching,
Beyond even what the wisest could fathom.
Where lays the destiny of one’s life?
Captured.
In thoughts that echo through the hallways of the mind.
Memories.
Deep & shallow.
The psyches undertow.
Like currents,
Turning the sediments of questioned existence residing on the floor of the minds ocean.
And where do they stop to rest in one so weary?
Smiles mold themselves accordingly.
Where are tears hidden?
How did you learn the lesson to make them hush?
Strong,
Silent,
Past,
Present,
Future.
Aromas of sadness,
Woven together like a spiders web.
Trying to keep them there,
Trapped in its snare.
Where can eyes find rest?
And lips smile with truth?
Where no harsh words shatter life.
But in the hush of the heart,
A door stands locked.
Yet to be opened,
So things can go in,
And things can go out.
August 2001
I really like this one.
Thank you Susan!