Adverse Talent Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Adverse Talent



Instigating movements of pleasure in times of sadness,
trying to entice moods of laughter without striking
on talents of adversity.

Playing on every dimension without timing on any level.
Traipsing down lanes of authenticity, rallying against
inopportune thoughts as rhythms dance and form,
beginning systems of living emotion.

Vibrating intelligently, whispering silently into forays
of enjoyment as ideas create themselves in and about,
without changes or altering decisions.

Foraging on plains of arid deserts, socially choosing to
inspire, even the faintest wonderment of life.

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