Pools Of Personal History Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening intently to the beauty of music, looking in-
sightfully inside my mind, sensing intellect and reason-
ing.

Changing religiously, pictures of inner wisdom, select-
ing the restful peace of consistent knowledge, seeking
ever new and different phases of creativity.

Placing importance upon a sensitive nature kindled so
gently within, awaiting the mature existence it will
soon be leading.

Spiraling heights of inter-planetary memories, tranquil
beyond any formal portraits of quiet, descending into
pools of personal history.

Seeing inconsistencies floating like dead men upon their
faces, breathing no more, thought patterns stopped some-
where in the past.

Totally unwarranted, richness and beauty of genius is
stifled immeasurably by adult games, diffusing childhood
and youth into pots of boiling lust.

Uncontained in perspectives of ethics and morals, pleasur-
able sequences brought to focus, feeling throughout many
ideas touching the soul of an entire being.

Saliently progressing interior wells of intellect, seeing
the crystal palace of wisdom and reasoning, in awe, watch-
ing, touching an astounding mind.

It's finally uncovered, many have spoken of it's brilliance,
but I never knew it, now this glimpse has shown the reality
of self and gifted talents.