Incessant Modes Of Humanity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sounds of whistles coming from trees full of life, leaves and nature sending silent signals to others through lines of poetry.

Plenty of sights and dreams being manifested within poetical processes, music classically taking minds into recesses of words and their puzzling aspects and facets.

Tearing away the past and filling pages with an interior delight as intellect dances silently in realms of rhythms being perplexed and taken away into mountainous deserts.

There this mind can remain free of all incessant modes of humanity that insist on taking away the pure untarnished hearts of writers, poets, musicians and artists.

Throughout this entire world, fragments being picked up and made puzzles of, enticing an interior imaginational
reality of joy and happiness that will last all through a poetical lifetime, bringing an intense energy to the forefront.