Memories Turning Pages Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Memories Turning Pages
Standing at a window watching rain pouring down the pane, tears
mixed within it's drops as memories turn the pages of life one
at a time.
Every moment having been recorded instantaneously, a life of
music, art and poetry keeping life vibrant and filled with an
effervescent energy that brings life to fruition daily.
Moving in many directions at once, able to keep track of every
one while writing to music constantly, living in moments and
measures of rhythm.
Always finding joy and delight in sounds and tones flowing
through notes being played, inspiring intellect incessantly
all through life.
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DAILY FRUITION - that is both a blessing given and a attitude acquired. In some ways, you imposed this view of your life on your life and it became real. Perhaps there was outside intervention: you do have faith in a loving helping God, who answers prayers. But you met God's blessing halfway with your emotional attitude. There is still sorrow as you turn the pages of your life, but it is not a desperate, terminal sorrow - it is eased by understanding in some mysterious way. Your habit of writing poetry parallel to your life is rewarding you now.