Interior Intent Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Upshots from another place and time take over, bringing
my mind into an open atmosphere where nature and fields
of vision tantalize the world.

Teasing and taunting the reality of what we all love on
this earth, not always able to achieve what we want, al-
though trying and striving towards a perfection of sorts.

Finding our way through, exercising truth through impossi-
bilites in steps of explicit and textured formulas, designed
to become purposes in our lives.

Waiting, standing at attention in hopes of being recognized
somehow in annals of time coming before us and then gone by,
swirling and being enticed in moments that elude us.

Having an interior intent of another aspect, unable to find
our way as we step onto platforms that have no semblance to
what we actually want in this earthly life.

Samples constantly blowing by, not sticking onto priorities
we all want and desire in pathways of intellect and ingenuity,
following and leading, patterns come into their own.

Set in formulas and equations, mathematical figures being fin-
alized through coded rhythms and imaginational depths meant
for puzzle pieces being configured in depths of other forms.

Noticed wandering around, simple, yet complex, ready to blend
and combine all ideas into technological substances for the
future of eternity see-sawing back and forth.

Calming and soothing methods that are being chosen and given
spaces of thought, taking this mere poet quietly and silently
across borders of interior universes and dimensions.

Striding along, perfecting many variables that make up this
exquisite earthly life, difficulties coming and going, leaving
us all bereft.

On lonely avenues of an existent death about to overtake us
at the moment of our endings, strengthening our resolves and
purposes forever.