RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Pristine Puzzle Pieces - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Writing, watching words flow onto pages as rhythms
continue to be played and listened to.
Mind running away with so many thoughts, grasping
ideas and abstract concepts as it goes soaring
through the sky.
Lasting impressions falling incessantly from photo-
graphic screens, to be written into poetry for future
generations, ordinary things and situations falling
onto pages of untold truths and it's aspects.
Portraying life in pristine picture puzzle pieces
throughout the years, focusing totally and intensely
on the beauty, sorrow, injustice and evil enfolding
our world today.
Tracing patterns of sunlight into shadows of tomorrow's
destiny, fate playing it's part handsomely throughout
this entire life.
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