Phantom Roses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Going nowhere, yet still moving forward to who knows where,
being stimulated effervescently and completely, calmly sit-
ting, letting intellect exercise itself in solitude.

Always being available within, taking time to be mesmerized
in fields of phantom roses, bringing silence totally into
my being.

Walking down highways, not hearing anything yet writing quiet-
ly into the future, nothing to mar thought processes or any
creative juices flowing fluidly through this brain.

Tousling feelings and emotions, keeping them hidden until
written spontaneously into poems, expressing them in vivid
imagery and picturesque landscapes.

This memory being filled with many invaluable thoughts, past,
present and future visions, carefully keeping them all safe
and protected upon photographic screens throughout life.

Quietly and contemplatively being filled with an inner spirit-
uality and wonderful beauty developed through fantasy, imagin-
ation and reality.

In tune with life and nature, completing it in prose, enlight-
ening, taking steps into other dimensions others have never
seen or entered, self and ideas concisely being learned from an
innate talent.