Wrinkled Linen Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Despairingly, so attuned to life and it's misguided tears
in depths of knowing wisdom.
Unfavorably dedicated by senses of unreality and changing
tides of wind.
Flowing from some inner deepness, crouching on edges of
bereaved intensity.
Following wavering pathways in tangled jungles of an
illusive mind, casting about for some sort of alleviation
of this inner life torture.
Searing from the pain of birth long ago, washed upon
neglected shores of adulthood without a wayward, backward
glance towards ancient flagrance.
Unaccustomed to the brightness and clarity of desperation,
searching for antique memories of unallocated time.
Theories bounce off of aged minds, creating vast volumes
of knowledge and timeless peace.
Unrelentingly caught in the surface pools of shallow
protuberance, all the time unrelentingly falling to knees
of prayer while tears foam forth continually, without a
watchful disturbance as to it's bountiful adherence.
Disturbing wrinkled linen memories with the backwash of
tears, desperation falls into the abyss of despair.