The Unfinished Woman....

Walking through the muddy streets,
Indiffrent to the swarms of buzzing bees,
Gazing at the stony world,
With her glassy countenance...
Whilst the statues remain engrossed
In their mongering menace,
Blind to the rusty cries of "Amen",
there goes The Unfinished Woman!!

Towards her house she turned,
but found it all disjunct.
Plunging into each discerned face,
Unable to locate nothing except hollow space...
Again towards the door she ran,
The Unfinished Woman!!

She reachd the sacred temple
Scrutinising the adorned dieties there assembled,
Watching the stolid statues,
Worshipping the non-chalant ones...
Not finding any solace,
Amongst the glowing grace.
Again she retreatd back,
While they tagged her as an unholy omen,
The Unfinished Woman!!

Passing the melancholy giants,
She went to rest in nature's lap.
Noticed lovers cuddling through the wilderness,
Found herself in another trap...
She searched beside her,
Hoping to find someone there,
But all she grasped was the scented air.
She traced her steps back again,
leaving the passionate souls to burn,
The Unfinished Woman!!

Tired and morbid,
Lost and sordid,
She slumped onto the flaming pavement.
Watching the encroachment of the greasy granite,
Into the lutes of stony flesh...
Failing to relate,identify or to express,
Staring straight into the shining sun,
The Unfinished Woman!