Portraits Of Prose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Imagination is sublime, recording fantastic journeys
never been taken outside of your mind.

Listless, bored to tears, unless writing hour after
hour.

Life is so much more than what we live each day,
acrimonious deliverance upholds our truth as we walk
through gardens and down paths that have just this
moment been thought of.

Creating is spontaneous, it's instantaneous, a bubble
of life, flying high, popping and falling to a page
that until now lie empty.

Days cannot close out thoughts or images from within
us because each is our own creation and only ours
throughout eternity.

At least, that is, unless we choose to disclose all
in a portrait of prose for anyone to read.