RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Intensity Of Vibrant Images - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Watching snow fall steadily on a television channel,
enjoying it immensely, minus the chill, wetness and
cold of actually being knee-deep in it.
Desiring it's beauty, loving it's essence as it
continues to pile higher atop itself, clogging
streets, covering cars, freezing hands and faces
exposed to it's elements, as it snows outside.
Realizing that my mind has gone beyond itself and
I'm feeling as if I'm really there instead of sitting
here in a waiting room at the doctor's office.
Sitting back and smiling at the intensity of vibrant
images of my mind at work, watching photographic
screens for both thoughts and feeling emotions
thoroughly in imaginative realms.
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