Emptied Measures Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms slowly climbing into measures emptied by others before, wanting to touch others minds, but falling short because sounds of notes are out of synch.

Lagging behind, eyes looking for recognition in a crowded room tonight, but people looking down, avoiding eye contact, hoping that a shaky voice would be put to rest.

While rhythms continue to rise and fall, life choosing to not be born in a rhythm that has been mistakenly sung out of tune and words being forgotten.