Misguided Conceptions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Now is the moment when we begin.

Life has spread it's wings and soared above the earth.

Galavanting musically, ideally, with wordy clouds and
soft images.

Balancing in mid-air, feeling gloriously free - no
tethers binding.

Feeling complacent in an interior vacancy, keeping
beat with poetical music and flying with intense
curiosity.

Holding on to everyday memories, playing them
incessantly like a CD.

Careful not to expose too much to a world filled
with frightened people and misguided conceptions.