RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Pockets Of Imagination - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Wide open spaces filling my mind with occasions of
writing, sitting on an immense frontier all my own.
Riding musical waves, cresting with anticipation,
wanting to see into the future so I may look at what
I may be writing.
Locating so many feelings, arranging them expertly
so, into poetry.
Watching for signs to lead the way into tunnels of
perfection, blending music of poetry with life and
Coercing life into little pockets of imagination,
spreading thoughts about like jelly and cream cheese
Gathering words, filled with the treasure of their definitions, into Mint York patties, delectable to
mouth and mind.
Heartfelt joy encapsulating all aspects of life and
reality into one soulful being of poetry for
eternity, as music plays before me.
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