Tissues Of Reprieve Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hanging on every word, sailing through skies,
bluened with sorrow, being held closely to past
memories with careful elation and verve.

Taking hankerchiefs out of pockets, dropping
crystals of tears, accumulating in heart's hands,
waiting to be retrieved in tissues of reprieve.

Lonely, cold days of loneliness present in ever-
increasing pressures of yesterday's visions.

Solitary definitions, spreading across margins
of pages, finding spaces to belong in.