Larger Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strings of beads, sliding off tender embraces of
someone's neck, falling nakedly to the dirt-hard
ground.

Being forsaken by jealous love, dying on stems of
one time blossoms.

Fragrantly designing our patterns of being together
in harmonies of larger moments, awaiting us in the
future.

Misplacing our dreams in grown-up realms, we lose
our focus and become mired in ebony nightmares.

Being awakened by strident cries of particles of
love, set adrift when we grew apart.