RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Not Ruffling My Feathers - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sitting here watching guys play pool in between writing
No one bothering, leaving me to myself, knowing that I
prefer it this way, yet also knowing that I will stop
what I'm doing to have a conversation with them.
Interruption happening, stopping in the middle of a
sentence, then when done, picking up a pen, turning music
This photographic memory picking up exactly where I had
left off in my thought process, a wonderful gift that is
exercised and used all the time, people never really
ruffling my feathers because of it.
Only every once in a great while feeling a little annoyed,
not wanting to stop writing poetry even for a minute.
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