Developmental Stages Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Clamoring in my mind, searching for patterns completed and
refined, music develops quickly in memories and becomes
discussed in lieu of words.

No insincerity or heightened senses of unbelievable
carelessness, only gentle reminders of more to life than
what it is.

Tenderly touching, most importantly, what cannot be seen
or touched literally.

Paths of steep undertaking, stretched before wildflowers
blooming interiorly, set back, looking askance at eternal
wonder and conceivement.

Sadly intertwining with soft hesitant voices of ancient
rhythms and melodies, serenaded in developmental stages of
birth.

Only from a beginning can any talent be born, and grown
within.

Loquacious systems of belief are stunted by the imperceptible quantities of self-imposed reality.

Rules followed can never lead to upper stratospheres of wisdom.

To think so cannot be, it is a deceived viewpoint unknown to
inner minds, unkempt always with thoughts and ideas, always
riding landscapes of this unblinding imagination, enkindled, enlightened, from the very thought processes of birth.