Exact Pictures Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking aim, shooting all I know into a part of my intellect, collecting memories and pasting them into the books of life I hold secretly within me.
Once in a while, taking them out and watching with awe at the exact pictures showing up again and again.
Always the same - emotions, expressions, color, everything.
Knowing myself interiorly, always surprising self with the beauty I find there.
A very rare commodity that no one else can share with me, and I take it seriously into my soul and poetry, always.