Gathering dust, putting off needless things I no longer
want to do, but suppose at some time I must.

Reaching out, pressing against my mind, creativity sends
continuous messages for me to interpret and condense into
poems.

A lifetime of assigning meanings and words in exacting
and precise orders.

Forgiving mistakes if they are made and portraying mind
building pictures in sequences of nine.

Forming pyramids and locking in puzzles of transitory
worth and charm.

Signaling synapses to fire and return time and again to
beginnings of ideas, in all likelihood to remonstrate
on horizons of every day life.

Hanging onto threads as they hang over and fall, never
holding on to me at all.

Looking up from deep, deep canyons, finding abysses are
centuries old and cannot be scaled so I must build poems
to help me escape.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/building-poems-to-escape/