Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Altered States


Life's shores ebb and creep slowly away.

Reflections of ife's altered states bend and wave
thrusting unreal attributes onto their images.

Silence balloons and bursts itself onto our
re-poseable thoughts, separating end enkindling them
with heart-felt wants.

Walls of imagination build themselves on recorded tapes,
hopes of fame and fortune lying quietly in a brain.

Aspects of fortune are brought to mind and challenged
daily on shores of ancient remembering.

All of life is lost on desert plains, awaiting a
fulfillment which will not come until death has met
itself within us.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 07, 2014

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