Solitary Offerings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Midland paths, leading into the light of darkness,
showing shadows of night time living.
Existing in deepened purples, exercising beauty of
color all the time.
Solitary offerings being generated unendingly in
spheres of tomorrow's outer spaces.
Lifting lids off of pastimes that had been forgotten
over time and now are exposed so anyone can delve
into them and find out what's been lurking below
throughout the years, hiding behind stardom.