Gathering dust, putting off needless things I no longer <br />want to do, but suppose at some time I must. <br /> <br />Reaching out, pressing against my mind, creativity sends <br />continuous messages for me to interpret and condense into <br />poems. <br /> <br />A lifetime of assigning meanings and words in exacting <br />and precise orders. <br /> <br />Forgiving mistakes if they are made and portraying mind <br />building pictures in sequences of nine. <br /> <br />Forming pyramids and locking in puzzles of transitory <br />worth and charm. <br /> <br />Signaling synapses to fire and return time and again to <br />beginnings of ideas, in all likelihood to remonstrate <br />on horizons of every day life. <br /> <br />Hanging onto threads as they hang over and fall, never <br />holding on to me at all. <br /> <br />Looking up from deep, deep canyons, finding abysses are <br />centuries old and cannot be scaled so I must build poems <br />to help me escape.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/building-poems-to-escape/
