Displaced Harmony Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stripes filled with the holes of universal musical notes,
stretching heavenward in search of a peace not yet known
on earth.

Lifeless catapulting of ideas and thoughts sent fluctuating
throughout the world, freely drifting, awaiting the comfort
of an open mind.

Likened to many aspects of future ideals sandwiched in
particles of atoms as yet undiscovered.

Walking amid sanctuaries of displaced harmony, faltering,
stumbling, over undefined steps, afraid to grasp intelligence
lying within itself.

Protected by an infantile barrier of reproof, standing back
from edges etched in glass from the past.

Forgotten etudes played eternally inside of fragrant minds,
dancing lightly to the tune of hidden disguises.

Allotting dividends of time, equally sharing their blossoms
of sublime surmise.

Gently falling into wells of deepest remembrance, held
slightly against the turning of ageless time, tossed into
the graveyards of everlasting failure, never to rise again.