Resurrecting Living Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Swirls of yesterday sit lazily in my coffee cup, taking up time in memory as I think of pictures conjured up from each ripple created inside my mind.
Sizing up situations, calculating what I want as each piece of symmetry balances out everything in the visions planted upon my mind since birth.
A lifetime of consequences gathered, separated, placed on bars of excellence to be captured exotically, mysteriously, in capable hands of authority, only to be thrown into the ring of fire, burning away all thought to leave only the essence of being, standing alone in darkness, awaiting the radiant light of expectation in wonder, leading the way through inventiveness and calm reserve.
Passing along precipices, barely hanging on as I cross ravines, putting together any particle of being to resurrect living, breathing partners in life.