RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Grief's Recovery - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Listening to songs of yesterday being played live,
right before me in technicolor.
Pleasurable melody playing softly within my mind,
brightening dark corners and abysses with their
light touches reaching out, bringing lilting
senses to the forefront.
Forward sounding chords being shaped and formed
as I write their existences into bright patterns
befitting grief's recovery and aligning rhetoric
into layers of etudes.
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