Creative Play Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Creative Play



Misty mornings of decisive thought flow through a
mind of awakening, causing writing of poetry to
stray into deserts of creative play.
Solitary ideas grow upon cactus needles pricking
bubbles of imagination, displaying beautiful
rhythmical poetry onto plains of fantasy.
Savoring fragrances of wildflowers blooming into
a mind of roses, folding over sadness, putting it
away for now.
Quickening of heart beats, steadily slowing into
beats of complacent contemplation for tomorrow's
serenity.

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