Blossoms Of Interest Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Magically, patterns appear in every repertoire
of music being played in single file before me.
Wanting the pleasures of life, opening to their
blossoms of interest and definition, no less
than arrogant aromas dancing into the pictures
of fascination.
Collecting measures of everyday silent syllables
of nature and her anticipated beauty, continually
unfolding from an inner depth of unmitigated
intellect.
Unable to measure anyone's I.Q. until hidden in
this test of imagination, where it continues to
grow with all that is lived, experienced and dealt
with in depth.