Precious Measures Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Succulent and beautiful cacti blossoming in bright red,
yellow and orange, taking my sight into their intense
and colorful fields of vision.

Returning constantly, finding reasons to take time in
realms of another dimension, peeking around corners
when no one is looking.

Taking steps to overcome the silence, sprouting about,
wanting instead to hear music and it's rhythmic sensa-
tions.

Playing incessantly, combining with precious measures
of poetry as it continues to be written into poetical
journals daily.