RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Left Over Visions - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Evening continues to drift into morning with left over
visions of dreams dreamt last night, covering this mind
in enlightening and appetizing items to write about.
Coordinating and enticing thoughts into sublime and pro-
found meanings that will enter intellect, giving it an
effervescent feeling of joy.
Taking an everlasting view through the openings into
other dimensions, collecting the mementoes as I travel
from one universe to another.
Particular and speculative, finding things that appeal
to my mind, intellect accepting them totally into itself
for my use.
A wonder and livid imagination, thoroughly enlivening all
my senses, bringing them into the extraordinary and awe-
some reality that I've now created poetically.
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