Solemn Pleasure Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stepping into time, realizing dreams of long ago
have become stagnated in pools of dung, yet are
fertilizing images and ideas for future poetry.
Words filling pages of thought down pathways
filled with roses and their fragrances.
Fantastic memories trace themselves inside prose,
figuratively dancing, circling life in measures of
rhythm.
Politely reminiscing in notes of lifetime's scales
acquiescing to nature's rhythm only as a processed
form of peaceful thought.
Languidly anticipating a solemn pleasure as serenity
overtakes me openly and honestly without any disfavor
or problem.