False Security Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

False Security



Swinging into summer with rhythms of melodies singing
gaily in minds of song.
Lulling imagination into false senses of security while
imitating varied notes.
Skipping along, pretending to know more than what is
real.
Truth gets stuck in between bones of measures and finally
rests after the coda.

(9: 31 p.m. - 1/2/08)

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