RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Always Growing Gardens


Cloudy, overcast morning, letting me move quickly into
beautiful depths of myself.

Roaming through all types of landscapes, trying to
find the one where I belong today.

Wanting to be encapsulated in a bevy of thoughts,
blooming from imagination where I can pick and put
them into a poem of my choosing.

Adding a life of it's own to make it stand out and
bud again in measured success on another plain, where
it will grow and expand, allowing more blossoms to come
forth.

A tremendous garden, always growing, being nurtured by
intellect so I can continue writing poetry throughout
my entire life.

Submitted: Monday, March 17, 2014
Edited: Monday, March 17, 2014

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