Pulling Sensations Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rows and rows of blue roses growing silently in this mind,
scenting every thought with rhythms of heavenly sorrow.

Never losing sight of tidal motions of an expansive ocean,
filling this empty heart with the love of Mother Nature.

Carrying it onto other horizons where it will shine and
continue to illuminate subconscious enlightenment of
another world.

Sensations being pulled into an existence of exquisite
intensity that is inborn and not left idle for even a
moment.

Incessant beating of rhythms, taking off on tangents into
outer limits, out of mundane boxes of life, finding instead, untrodden trails existing only in this quiet shy mind.

Nowhere else can an imagination have such free rein as the
one that is innately attached to this soul forever.