Symbolic Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Deepened sadness, hollowing out my being with it's
saturated loneliness in grief.

Needing quiet, symbolic rhythms touching sincerely
with an interior energy meant to energize my mind,
praying for life to continue beyond what it is meant
to be.

Mystery and the mystical, dropping symbols into mind,
watching in wonder, the ease in which an understanding
is brought to light.

In awe of the manifestation brought about, giving
intellect another look at the unknown and taking apart
the universe one particle at a time, then putting it
back like a puzzle in rhymes.

Is it reality, is it our essence, is it life or death
of another that makes us treasure each other.

Questions arising, solutions being equated and yet
what is it we are living for?

Secrets undivided, undiscerned, in spite of the symbols
being presented by human ingenuity.