Awaiting Individual Responses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Clouds whitening the skies with their
purity and vibrations of ethical morals,
giving everyone thoughts to think about
on days of forecasted doom.

Ascending to mountain's ledges, looking
down and over, pretending not to be
afraid of what they're seeing.

All episodes are captialized and sent
into formats fitting an immoral world.
Nicely taking motion into agile sections
of nether worlds.

Strumming guitars of remedial knowledge,
occasionally finding the results staring
in dark corners.

Awaiting individual responses as all of
ancient tables are surrounded by antipathy
and forlorn wisdom.

Kneeling in front of churches, not able to
enter, because they are locked to
unfortunate individuals until the end of time.