Alcoves Of Memory Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Calmly interacting with rhythm as it calculates itself
into measures given in accounts of poetical existence.
Singling exact etudes into a quarry of valuable minerals,
being exercised and excised through chemical solutions.

Finally excreting the attitudes, sitting in the alcoves
of memory.

Forgiving the satisfaction being shown all together in
rhymes, threatening to open up hearts of people, exposing
their secretive essences and leaving them in open fields
of poems for everyone to see and know them.

Eluding the pen of a poet is difficult to do, especially
when you're standing naked in front of their inquiring view.
Capturing their insight with words of rhymes.