Wooden Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tucked in at the edges, quietly sitting in the evening
sunset, oblivious to the environment around.

Letting peace fill my lungs gracefully, breaking away
from the molds of yesterday.

Feet lazily placed upon some grass, remembering the
green of past years.

Silence flowing throughout the nighttime air on billowy
clouds of imagination, thrown together with traces of
dry tears.

Laced up with yesterday's torn strings, life hangs
decadently, not daring to swing.

Everlasting thoughts play their guitars on angels wings,
choirs sounding lightly for all ages to be aware of.

Wooden pieces of life's memories lie broken like once
upon a puzzle.

Serenity falls like night upon my mind, taking away all
sorrow in time.