Soundific Benefits Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

White towel of life has been thrown into the ring, for
aspirations of detailed explanations don't begin to
tell the story.

Flags of every colorful emotion stand proudly waving in
the breeze, until they are brought down to the level of
immaturity, selected for a moment and quickly discarded.

Pointless are echoes of silent nights, affected by the
avoidance of certain talents.

Onward through the continuous battle of strife, casting
out lines, attempting to find some sort of life to bring
to the surface and see it written down on blank pages.

Musical scores are never written until they have been
heard reverberating through the mind of an unknown composer
dreading the thought of words crowding in and shutting out
the sound of notes.

Whipping the frosting of superb melodies into icing, flowing
softly, ebbing completely over roughened sections of life,
making them sweeter with each taste.

Laughter no more resounding inside of anything, soundific
benefits have all been buried under some distant memory never
to be taken out again.