Empty Pieces, Wild Cards Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Empty Pieces, Wild Cards



Separating time into selections of visions, wanting
them to be timeless only.

Letting them come alive and light up this mind with
imagination and verve.

Anticipating many curves to knock me down in life,
yet, still getting up and walking forward into the
existence of another place in time without it moving
on.

Silent, peaceful, watching images coming into view,
surrounding and taking me into developments of other
systems climbing within my being.

Bringing together empty pieces, used as wild cards
to fill in the blanks that have not yet been figured
out.

Waiting for mathematical formulas to continue coming
into picturesque landscapes on photographic screens.

Always remembering the chords being coded throughout
each and every poem in this life that I write.

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