Grasping Enticing Shadows Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shadows of water rippling against a ceiling, giving
me a thoughtful interlude of possibilities, energiz-
ing the essence of many ideas that are filling my
being at the same time.

Searching beaches for the center of it's savory be-
ginnings, seeing it fall into depths of an interior
ocean, along with shells of disobedience and intolerant
attitudes towards ignorance.

Reaching forward, grasping enticing shadows, pulling
them aside, noticing every detail shyly peeking out
at me with wonder, an ever-increasing aptitude between
them and poetry.

Water rippling against the ceiling, giving me thought-
ful interludes where I enter it's depths, composing
music along the way.