Portraits Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Changing routines sometimes gives new perspectives on routine
attitudes.
Specializing in quiet, sensually gentle ideas, cultivating and nourishing them with soulful love.
Casting all negativity to careless winds of human anticipation.
Forgiving portraits of life left hanging on walls by ghosts of
yesterday.
Seeking answers within - gentle reminders of an interior mind.
Calling forth beauty and a single validity of what you are doing.
Outlines are vague, but are becoming more sure of themselves -
darker and broader.
Left alone, these fragile blossoms will overgrow themselves and
create their own jungle, tangling playfully within.
Watching antics begin, unafraid of a softened calm they somehow
always bring.
Shadows and reflections crowding about looking into depths of my
being, finding out reasons for living and bringing them out into
the open.
Voices rising to altars - past, present and future - multiplying,
dividing, always reaching for heaven.