Traces Of Honor Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tantalizing tunes reverberating in an inner
atmosphere of time and revelation.
Skirting edges of nature, touching upon
existing seconds of lasting impressions.
Desiring honest portrayals of reality's
dreams, excising lies of rebuttals with
knife-like fortitude.
Entering doorways of existential mourning,
life becomes a broken toy to be fixed and
placed in traces of honor.
Never leaving pedestals they were put on,
enjoying the stature given freely to them.