Questioning Looks Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lively, running down the track, nothing daring to get in its
way, rallying around the nature of humanity while riding into
the sunset with hopeful dreams.

Titillating, moving mind and intellect into the next generation
through senses that will never die, just be found in grandkids
one day in the future.

Finding ideas, and following them to the ends of this earth, mellowing out, but never quite figuring out how to keep all
feelings and emotions to self.

Instead, writing them out into prose in moments of time that
always stretch into more corridors, tunnels and major byways,
lifting spirits higher and higher.

Never a frown upon a poet's face, only questioning looks want-
ing to learn everything that there is to this earthly life,
racing around, yet staying in the same exact place.

Happening only because mind and intellect stays within it and
hides the prose being written, a habit that cannot be cured
or taken away.

Always in musical rhythms for music is this poet's forte,
never to be separated at all from an interior freedom and
liberty flowing through a life of spirituality incessantly.