Quiescent
In a world over burdened with heartache and despair
there are moments when I find life too difficult to bear.
I long for a sanctuary; a quiet place of tranquil repose.
A cabin in the mountains where no one else ever goes
Or a placid valley where my nearest neighbor is a hare.
It need not be a Shangri La in which I would never age,
but Lord grant me a halcyon clime where there is no rage.
I'd settle for a seaside cave, lulled to sleep by lapping waves
There I'd not shed a tear over loved ones in their graves.
I'd write poetry about enchanting things, page after page.
I'm not looking for a permanent home so I can hibernate,
just a hideaway to myself so my apprehension can abate.
I need the perfect quiescent place, in a secluded location.
A silk cocoon or a Zen garden so I can relax in meditation
focusing on things that bring happiness so I can feel sedate.
September 30, 2021
"Q" Contest of New Poems
Sponsored by Constance La France
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2021
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