THE ETERNAL QUEST

THE ETERNAL QUEST "The earth is parched the land is drystealthily, scouring vultures fill up the sky..they swoop and scrape at the tormented landfilling blanched beaks with cracked, perished sand. The last Catch's blood is no more.Her pale, drained soul seeped from life's shore.Taken by her own outstretched handAs if perilously pleading... Her deck no longer manned. She had begged for him to stay...crawled through deserts night and day -on blooded knees forever to prayFor love - ever lost, evanesantly slipping away."

— Bonitaj, Jun 01, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Tip of Southern Africa, ZAF

Favorite Poets: Too many to narrow down, but briefly :, AUDEN, T.S. ELIOT, DICKENSON, RILKE, THOREAU, RUMI ... the list is endless. Am inspired by many, especially those that live lives of "quiet desperation, and go to the grave with a song still in them" (THoreau)

Critiques

Morgana Tragic…

17 years ago

Hey Bonitaj

Great poem here. Your last verse is just awesome, that was my favorite. Had a feel of desperation and pleading with some fate. Your last line is great. "evanescently" is such an awesome word...why haven't I used that one yet?? Lol. Anyways, good write overall, Bonitaj, I enjoyed the fantasy, surreal feel of it. Peace n Love Katie

Bonitaj

17 years ago

Thank you for your comments!

Hello there Katie! I guess all art comes from life as they say! This poem was born yesterday with much "bearing down" and pain! So happy it held resonnance for you... the last verse says it all! "She had crawled through the desert night and day..." i.e. no sustainance, water hope... (let alone LOVE!) and then she continued on Bended/blooded (used the later for more effect! although I preferred Bended)knee to pray - all the while knowing that it was in vain! Wow! in retrospect, I am a little overwhelmed by the desperation of it all, but therein lies THE RUB! (and believe me I lived those emotions experientially and cried as I wrote it!) so there it is! THe proof of the pudding is no longer in the baking - but in the eating! Thank you so much. Looking forward to communicating with you again! Boni

mand

17 years ago

very moving

I loved this poem, the feeling of hoplessness and desperation penatrate the readers mind and imprints on the imagination. Brilliant. Look forward to reading more of your poems.

Bonitaj

17 years ago