Major Ruptures Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Minor chords dropping slowly into recesses of a mind, taking
time, blending it with a melody of unchartered sophistication,
a beautiful rendition to be able to write to.

A flurry of rapid notes attracting the attention of increased
tempos, adjusted just perfectly, letting thoughts run wild
within, all choices delegated to the importance of interior
life styles.

Softly moving through the past of a camera lens, watching
pictures come forward in my mind, tranquilizing with a
perfect sense of being in every one of them.

Exercising possibilities incessantly, finding ingredients to
keep life whole and together in spite of the major ruptures
caused in pathways of life by politicians and government -
all corrupt and tainted with the evil of greed.