Timefolds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Timefolds of creative imagining are brought silently onto
screens of playful pastimes.

Lived conveniently, straight and evenly on the crookedest
paths of life.

Uphill exertion fostering light-headed desires, solidly
excavating tired remembering held inside.

Walking uneven paths of creativeness, causing the total
aloneness of conceiving ideas in passive silence.

Conquering factors, always inherent in spans of exercised
living.

Reaching carefully out and upward, attaining goals which
are written down and may never again be thought of.

Planting seeds of birth, growing bigger within than any
single explanation confirmed by earthly conquests and
circumstances.

Spines of perpetrated demise hang loosely inside empty
bodies, awaiting life-blood of final death.

Stomping on braided steps of hierarchy, being careful not
to trip or stumble and become one of the many outside the
gates of imagination.