Tomorrow's Paintings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dislocating areas of my brain that I want to expand,
following their new openings into deserts of tomorrow's
paintings.

Giving details of every particle of sand showing them-
selves in recesses of my mind.

Taking moments into an atmosphere of another realm,
finding so many things to see and realize.

They all turn into different aspects as seeing them
in different views of absolute thoughts and pictures
while resolving them from within this being.

Capturing their essence in perfect storms of meaning
and reason in the end.