Lacing Sentences Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Delicately lacing my mind with beautiful ribbons of rainbow, watching them all being turned into lines of sentences.
Then being taught to children in schools of learning, where stagnant minds are once again taught to think for themselves.
Beauty abounding, finding thoughts dancing lightly between every word and pulling them rhythmically - altogether in alignment with heavenly scents from above.
Swinging and swaying in time with musical frustration as it continues to swerve right into depths of enlightened amusement.
Being judged sololy on innate talent, collating all of life into moments expected to be remembered forever in literature and never to be lost in adjuncts of poor delivery.
Softly, jumping up and grasping lines of life, pulling it all into the light given from those beyond earthly boundaries and saved for posterity, qualifying for ends of tomorrow's future.