Perfumed Creativeness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Newly decorated interior thoughts pounce upon deserted
oasis' awaiting picturesque moments of decisive belonging.

Folding adjacent images onto screens of plain adventure,
riding down beautiful insights, caressing all senses as
they perfume around my spacious avenues of creativeness.

Striding along through arid places, watching cacti waving
silently to my soul.

Loving characters of words as they grow into prose,
blossoming fruitfully without hindrances or other's
doubts to mar their beginnings.