Secrets Of Developing Ideas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking into depths of a glass tabletop, seeing this poet's
knees, feet tapping in time with the music as rhythms equally
tease and taunt this brain inside.

Lights from above being reflected on a tabletop of glass,
looking and seeing holes on the ceiling, looking like a
honeycomb of interesting technology.

Making many ideas come to mind, while thinking and writing
in secrets of developing ideas that continue to play their
recordings steadily, being matched up with other pieces.

Life's puzzles bringing back the beauty of living things
and people who have died, missing them totally throughout
the years.

Memories being relived, bringing tears to these blue, gray,
green eyes, allowed by DNA, genes of Dad's eyes that also
changed colors.

Missing both parents so much, but now knowing that they are
happy together, looking forward to seeing us all again when
we join them one day.

Looking forward to those times ahead on a sunsetical horizon,
the last one before death comes to take us each away from
this earth at last.