Planting Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Collecting photographic memories in my mind, ever expanding it's repertoire into many avenues of conversation through picturesque words.
Likely aspects are wafting across areas of ingenuity, sending fragrant aromas, touching my heart with their memories, planting them immediately into my brain.
Forever etched there, never fading or disappearing, always ready to be examined and placed reverently into books of poseable imagery.
Silently taking life into corners where it hasn't been before, opening it up expectantly and sending enlightenment through every poem to be read for it's prescient rhythms.
Inclinations moving, always ready to fulfill meanings of unused knowledge.
Always on edges, being programmed for adventurous risk and daring to move out of a comfort zone to replace what is known for what can be learned experientially from innate talent, never buried, always remaining on the surface, while touching every image with a clarity in a vision of purity and serenity.
Clasping hands with a love of language, using words to prove everything is really always silent.