Passages Of Learning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Magical patterns being designed after days of past innocence
spilling onto the floor of this spirit, overflowing in the
reflections of darkness as light finds its way.

Traveling into the beauty of an electric moment that's never
devoid of charging feelings necessary as life moves on, with-
out me.

Future moments sitting on the porch of yesterday's rhythms
and measures of time, there's been nothing to focus on, all
has left an indentation in the passages of learning.

Wisdom is slowly being attained, leaving nothing to fate
along paths of tomorrow that have overgrown with weeds,
tangling imagery and rhythms into sincere webs of poetical
verses.