Interior Beings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Galloping full speed ahead, watching scenery pass by,
blurring the scenes and colors together.

Creating patterns and designs that will be used in
poetical compositions for many years to come.

Stillness falls across my being, touching this heart,
giving pleasure in meanings that I wish to rewrite and
change.

Popular beliefs are taken and given outside of the box,
definitions to be used again in poems of clarification.

Altogether, finding experiences and discoveries from an
open mind, passing the flow of everyday rhythms through
rhymes.

Soothing and penetrating, interior beings of imagination,
taking images, portraying them in fantastic ways as yet
unknown to man.

So totally inherent in the ways of old.