Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Uncombed Sanctity

Silent undertakings rising like tidal waves, crashing over,
hurtling the essence of me into cavernous holes, deploying
this aging mind.

Quiet renderings hopelessly lapping upon the sands of an
inner sacred shore.

A beach of uncombed sanctity never touched by anyone except
my soul.

Whitened sands, blue roses, heavenly peace and serenity,
placed within my reach.

No footprints chittering space, shells beautifully strewn
about, being allowed to display their purposes without
being disturbed.

Dancing through the waves, fishes of my thoughts play
happily, no cares of another destroying their environment.

Pollution never touches the inner or outer edges of this
secret inner sanctuary.

Allowing self to be real within this sphere of timelessness,
tracing who I am in images of sand.

Waves splashing them away, so I may start over and over

Submitted: Tuesday, July 29, 2014

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