Patterns Of Others Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Blinking back tears, staring into space, watching images walk
in and out of remembering memories, trying to remind us of the
past where everything was had, that a child could ever want.

Now feeling like a stranger in my own life, having died and
lost myself already, trying to find my way again, but am
alone with no one to understand a single thing that I am going
through.

Tears flowing into the sea of my soul, rising and ebbing with
excessive lunar tides, riding waves of intellect, soliciting
memories of the surf, trying to recall all the times spent on
shores of inner horizons.

Strolling along, picking up shells that catch these two blue
eyes, feeling their essence within my chest, knowing exactly
which ones were meant for me to find and capture in a poem.

Feeling an exhilaration unfolding with every beautiful one
that finds itself standing alone in a poem.

No ordinary ordeal happening, just the experience of a life-
time being captured in this exquisite poem for future
generations to read and see within their minds, etching them
forever in patterns of other's lives.