Portraits Of Reality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Portraits Of Reality
Hurrying through melodies with racing rhythms grasping my
mind, never letting it go as I write continually.
Precious and intelligent, gifts that are innate, keeping
me alive in a creative world, alone with thought processes
that give inspiration and feelings of self-worth.
Respecting, always endeavoring to keep everything together
with a healthy experience of curiosity, as it always asks
pertinent questions that haunt my mind with many expressions
of novel ideas and inventions.
Solemnly taking time to keep it all in precious memories
where no one else can taint their images and visions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 2:23:14 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It's apt that the words HURRYING and RACING both appear in the first line because that is exactly what you're doing moving swiftly to encompass these Portraits of Reality before they spin off on whatever further destiny they have. The words also describe how nimble the poet who is tracking them must be. This poem doesn't present information, but rather illustrates the fast pace needed to acquire it. It's what my fellow Minnesotan and poet Robert Bly calls LEAPING POETRY.