RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Picturing Images Whispering - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Softly silent, filling intellect with shaking rhythms,
calling to my mind through their sounds and tempos.
Picturing the images even though not able to hear what
they're whispering to me.
Just knowing they are meant to be life-altering, look-
ing forward to their explicit directions.
Ready to follow their every word, wanting to live what-
ever is in store for me in depths of other universes.
Going through their every dimension so carefully and
Enjoying and satisfying my curiosity as
it tickles intellect giving me such joy while doing so.
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