RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Blackened Bronze - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Eyebrows crashed wildly together, clacking memory right out
loud, forlornly balancing imagination and creativity on the
see-saw of imbecilic judgment of so-called knowledgeable
Recording tapes of night-time life, sitting up, awaiting
replies from outer lips, reading poetry of ancient minds.
Lively, anticipating many conjectures in conversations,
whispering single-filedly in rows of aspersion.
Unfolding of liberties taken, never granted freely of one's
own accord, are filed away, forbidden to be remembered on
any day of living.
Sorceress of inner torture reminds us in images and shadows
of what has transpired in the past.
Bleak futures, cast in blackened bronze, unable to move
about or show themselves, afraid of reality when it's not
upon a shelf, hidden in a basement.
Turning on lights, hoping for illusory illumination to
travel on highways toward beginnings of inner wisdom.
Counseling truant thoughts, seeking to escape on created
byways, scattering fragments of memories to all ends of
earth, spilling forth fears of long ago, into the path of
Facing all of reality with one short prayer, muttered shame-
facedly in hopes of understanding, being there to help and
love as we pick up the shards of whatever life we have left
Raining glass-like tears, carving streaks down faces and
cheeks for eternity, consuming sadness for all time, lying
down in death, holding hearts tightly, while letting go of
all breath in one final gesture of hope.
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