Quiet Moments Of Tentative Concentration Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sounds making their entrance while touching brains, waking them
from a misty haze into the light of day, swiftly scurrying along avenues of another time separating the beauty of life.

An interior possibility of freedom roaming and sashaying into quiet
moments of tentative concentration, slowly finding ways into silent
contemplation.

Sidestepping the normalcy of what's always expected, this poet's
rebelling against the normal fighting to keep self in a vacuum of
complacency.

Feeling quite at home in the center of being and gathering infor-
mation into binders of an intellectual brain, sealing it all within spheres of a photographic memory.