Finding Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reasoning and logic trying to make some sense out of
the life I'm trying to live alone inside.

Craving solemn promises of eternal beauty to be carried
throughout a fruitful life, enjoying them in my own way.

Taking the least traveled roads, rocking to the music
of my heart and steadily continuing to write within
imagination forever.

Taking no quarters from any direction, never cheating
any parts of conscience, knowing it would only harm the
person I have become and ruin this world of absolute
peace and interior justice.

Continuing to write and be nonplussed with whatever
should turn up in depths of my being, as it works
incessantly in the folds of my soul.

Awaiting the mysterious foundations and basics that
physics and mathematics bring contemplatively into my
mind, completely and energizing the very depths of
interior peace.

Giving the passion of life the essence it needs to keep
on writing in the style I'm used to.

Considering the patterns and designs of exquisite beauty
always being found by intellect and focused on photo-
graphic screens of delight.