Garden Of Grief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Peering from your eyes, seeing the beauty of this world, even
through it's sadness and sorrow.

Touching a heart with many tears through the years has caused
a garden of grief to grow within.

Now with beautiful melodies and sounds of rhythm, this garden
is growing and blossoming into a new day tomorrow, being
savored even now in hearts all over the world.

Not being able to deny the actuality of surprise, forming in
a mind of prose, being taken from music and translated into
prose of inner desires and repose.

Quickly strumming, guiding inherent wisdom down avenues of
intellect with no barriers or obstacles standing in the way
of inner landscapes.

Always being formed by imagination's fulfillment in promises
of life and it's closely held dreams.