Innate Silhouettes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Innate Silhouettes



Silhouettes dancing in my mind, playing on curves and angles,
connecting many rhymes.

Listlessly camouflaging all of earth in colors, light and
shadow.

Hiding most of what we see and learn in a blob of soft grey
matter.

Twisting, turning, flying about, innate nature is folded up
like cardboard inside a head.

Monday, March 10, 2014
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