Bouquets Of Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Outside a body of being, actual and unseen senses
originate and become a part of it's thought.
Bouquets of forget-me-not memories sit with pretty,
lacy bows tied around them, awaiting recognition in
a simple image.
Ideas like roses, prick a memory, placing it
consciously on a table before us, regarding the past
with thoughtful endeavors, leaving us in a storm of
memories on a lost and bitter cold morning.
Accepting facts, all gathered together in thoughts
outside a body of being, actual and unseen.