Experiences Coming Round Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Experiences Coming Round



Evening comes, sitting alone in the parlor of emptiness,
looking at my reflection in the mirror on the wall.

Moving my mind throughout the past, knowing that it is
lost except for moments preciously held on photographic
screens within.

Finding that all experiences have come round, culminating
in a sphere set apart in intellect.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015
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