Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Aspects Always Becoming


Intimidating thoughts, running away with rocking rhythms,
into an afternoon breeze.

Taking liberties and freeing ideas from their cells of
imprisonment, delving into their essences and bringing
them to fulfillment in a bevy of excitement.

Always becoming in every aspect of intellect's thought,
creating and residing in poems of intense reality.

Focusing at times on yesterday's images and visions,
alluding to their meanings and definitions, founding our
personalities and who we eventually grow into.

Silently expanding into ever-growing futures of
possibilities as life turns and uses every ounce of hope
and creation in final endings of life's poems.

Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013

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