Progressive Yearnings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Progressive Yearnings



Midnight blackness of a mind, expressed in doubts, mislaid
hopes, crept upon from without.

Signifying recorded events kept in memory's storage sheds,
symbols qualify their existence in papier-mâché books of
past ages.

Lightly pulling atrocities heaped daily onto doorsteps of
livid mentality, perplexities of inner questioning fall
short, caught up on welcome mats.

Running, scoring, hailing cabs of progressive yearnings,
safely pocketing them away for rainy, tear-filled days.

Icicles dripping, sliding unafraid into oblivion, never
again finding their former selves caught in drifts of snow.

Rolling, packing, throwing balls of play at inner fears,
knocking them over with waylaid laughter.

Pulling from racks of libraries, secreted in depths of
being, soul-learned wisdom connects, taking it's seat -
it's rightful place upon the high-backed chair of latent
genius.

Thursday, July 31, 2014
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