Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Unrepentant
The question appears
Over and over
A litany of loneliness
Or would be
If I knew what that meant
Pretentions aside
This is a question I can’t answer
The meaning of life?
It well could be
The mysteries of the universe?
It certainly is one
As is the vessel
Of my ignorance
Philosophy? Theology?
Both have helped
To order thought
And quiet mind
But not the heart
So the question remains
Trapped in beauty
Surprising elegance
Wit beyond words
Mischief unmeasured
And cool, clear draughts
Of depths unplumbed
By anyone, I fear.
So this question
My query
My dumbfoundedness
Is constant and
Unremitting
Unrepentant
As, in all honesty
Am I.
Mabh Savage 