One At A Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

One At A Time



Screeching loudly, finding a voice in music,
living it's sound.

Finding it's life full and overjoying, banging,
pounding, incessantly attempting to penetrate
a mind's inner ear.

However long it takes, puzzles must be put
together a piece at a time to create a rhythm.

There is no mass manipulation, one at a time
can only be seen and worked with.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014
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