A Living Painting Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tasting the changes happening all around me without
forgetting to leave lasting impressions to remind
me of what needs to be done.
Always writing and listening to music, happily
wandering down rose-strewn lanes of the past, living
in New Jersey.
A beautiful garden state full of all types of flowers,
tiger lilies, honey suckles on the vines, morning
glories welcoming me into the early morning dew upon
the ground.
Wonderful sights to see, a living painting always
going on inside of me, focused on photographic screens
of intellect with imagination always in the background,
typing everything into categories and compartments so
I can keep them separated and filed for easy retrieval
when I need them.

(9: 20 a.m. - 11/18/13)