Ideals Of Poetry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Within dreams, visiting concepts of absolute abstractions,
taking hold in intellect.

Watching flowering ideas climb desert mountains, protruding
boulders, clashing with vibrant ideals of maturity.

Taking me down trails, meandering through thoughtful and
intense whispers of heaven.

Senses touching interior waterfalls that cascade incessant-
ly with an effervescent passage of time, tunneling through
catacombs of many yesterdays.