Screen Of Enlightenment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Easy living in forests of time, smelling pine scents,
climbing mountains with serenity.
Joining circles of energy as the atmosphere gets
thinner the higher we climb.
Atmospheric pressure playing with minds as images
focus in and out of skies, taking them along for the
ride of a lifetime.
Soaring up against precipices of flavor, toasting
them within my mind and buttering prose so as to
savor it always.
Wanting talent to rise above every day levels of
strife and create a whole new world of literature,
with backgrounds of scenic obstinacy.
Pivoting across the screen of enlightenment I
suddenly stop and become my own being.