Twisting Etudes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Twisting Etudes



Scanning rooms, locating ideas to write
into poetry without lamenting doubts.

Fitting carefully into pictures of
scenery and bringing enticing
familiarity into existence.

All the while, creating, as ink flows
out onto papers, blank with lines.

Awaiting words to touch their beings
and twist into etudes soon to be
studied by future linguists.

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