Floating Clouds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rising and falling, sleep overtaking then ebbing, giving
my mind different moods to write from, liking the beauty
of nature filling intellect.

Switching to clouds floating above, seeing all kinds of
things within them, puppies, birds, dragons, angels,
Jesus.

Fascinating how our minds work when seeing abstracts and
associating them with things that are real and actual,
delving next into desert plains.

Feeling the hot arid atmosphere bearing down upon me,
scanning the horizon, filling my mind with landscapes
of cacti, mesquite trees, and wildlife scampering about.

Life is filled with so many distractions naturally coming
to mind, giving ideas to write about, then quickly turn-
ing to watching people.

Writing impressions that come interiorly, feeling their
sadness, loss, grief, as I sense their emotions flowing
into my being.

Finding the words to write them into poems, describing
them with tears dripping down into my heart and mind all
the while writing them all into poetry.