Scenting The Atmosphere Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Soliloquy of another time came poring into patterns of a
beautiful landscape, taking all ideas being formed,
placing them together into a puzzle picture of interior
life being accessed day and night without any conquest
to speak of.

Delicate bouquets standing out, looking around to see if
anyone is noticing them for the beautiful flowers they are,
aromas scenting the atmosphere with melodic compositions
flavored to taste like vanilla pudding.

Energizing beliefs that have been within for a lifetime
already, never slowing down, just speeding up faster and faster, not
letting anything get in the way or interfere with what I want
to do unsolicitly and daily.