Untamed Significance Poem by Jean Harold

What is madness

If it is not the burn

That floats us to the shore

Delusional imagery of

Yet another bubble

Baffling the belief of

Secret primitive creature

Whose life is dedicated

To chase down the emptiness

From the black of her eyes

To shut off the craziness

That is reflected on her skin

O' sugary coastal heat

A bittersweet of unanswered riddles

An unset last laugh

An intricately untamed significance

She is