Bereaved Talent Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent pictures playing constantly
on photographic screens within me.
Continual videos, never stopping,
giving impressions and clues of
what went on when younger.
Listlessly sauntering down lanes of
bereaved talent, crying in gifted
signs of tomorrow's attitudes.
All of life is shaped and formed in
the silence of beginning birth.
Causing a leeway, breaks apart in a spot,
hovering nearby, hoping to be seen in
movements of speculating on the words of
eternal prose.