Poetical Portraits Painted Through Prose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sounds of rhythms imitating a lone locomotive as it climbs up
mountainsides, whistle blowing, warning people and animals to
get off the tracks so they aren't run over.

Peace falling interiorly, spreading down through scenic land-
scapes and portraits of their energy supporting the lives of
those who cannot live without music and its rhythms.

Striding alongside the lone locomotive, smiles from ear to ear,
working on the beauty and placing it in imagery so poetical
portraits can be painted through prose.

Then placed into the minds and spirits of those who are open
to creativity and wonder on long, lonely evenings when staying
at home.