Weren'T Really There Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sparkling shards of memories taunt this mind,
but never coming close enough to see them.

Searching constantly through the atmosphere,
hoping to capture them on photographic screens
one at a time.

Playing, letting them have their own way for
now, adjusting attitudes to realign facets of
energy being wasted along the way.

Sudden and silent thoughts become preoccupied
with designs, traveling at breakneck speed and
corroborating with intellect.

Sliding into the often seen spotlight, taking
off into another atmosphere, somewhere in outer
space where they cannot be seen.

Telescoping at length, finding at long last that
they weren't really there in the first place, an
invisible sphere in the past of nothing less.