Seeing Sounds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Justifying interior possibilities, always recognizing
their abstract worthiness for future poems racing along
inside imagination.
Fully participating in a joy of petulant contrariness,
visually seeing sounds echoing throughout horizons on
shores of sandy becoming.
Hearing scenery fill my mind with it's exquisite rhythm
and melodic sounds, traipsing through pathways of subconsciousness, holding hands with pontifical
enlightenment.