Incarnate Twists Of Fate Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently traversing brilliant colors of the sky with eyes
alight, scanning bridges of intellect.

Bringing home ages of ideas sown from inner springs, brought
forth onto fabrics specially made, serving together all
incarnate twists of fate.

Crossing silent spans of time in small areas of space,
sliding easily into realms of untold heraldry.

Forecasting tributes of eternal sacredness onto screens,
edifying life within.

Architectural demise hiding in corners of darkened tunnels,
quieting effects of whimpers and crying.

Beautifully landscaped skies traveling the world over,
searching for what cannot be told without.

Strapped to the undefiled section of life, being mercilessly
thrown into the deepest murky waters unholyily sacrificed with
no warning.

Episodes of images, parading helplessly by with no way to
grasp childhood reality, being faced with a difficult grownup
task of sating lustful tendencies which transpire beneath the
covered ground.