Innocent Pleasures Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seeking a place in life where I can reside in innocent
pleasures of an exponential measure of time, being en-
lightened by rhythms as they twist and turn.

Explosions of light filter through the passage of time,
striking matches in another place where memories used
to be vibrant and lively.

Now just being pleased with the strident and stringent
purposes that fill this vast and empty atmosphere, whil-
ing away melodies of an effervescent serenity.