Mirages Of Talent Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Revolving doors, swaying with mirages of talent,
entering deserts of present circumstances afforded
to the lonely and bereft.
Staking claims and voicing opinions in open markets
of delivery and appreciation.
Folding open, thoughts flow like water from Niagra
Falls, landing upon rocks of prose.
Swimming strongly in currents of light, poking heads
of attainment above water, thrilling to the excitement
and adventure of every moment in pools of life and
it's desire.