Solitary Treasures Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shaking, reverberating, being enlivened, brilliantly
illuminating many sensations of life as it tantalizes
and reaches interior feelings and emotions ordinarily
not felt or known.

Powerful tears of joy and sadness are now pouring from
these solitary treasures that have been kept hidden
since birth.

Beautifully blossoming into an interior atmosphere
where gardens are being grown and nurtured from this
mystical magic of the soul.

Scents perforating the air with their savory tastes
and immediate notes of reparation, filling and satis-
fying the intensity of our souls with delicate serenity.

All of it bringing solitude into our minds, hearts and
intellect where it can be seen for what it is in the
presence of our Lord.

A special and intense gift given from above and placed
within the soul of one who is listening in the sorrow
of their heart and loss.

A memory of the utmost pleasure in life that cannot be
replaced or replenished in any way, except perhaps on
this mere poet's photographic interior screen where it
is etched permanently throughout the life of my being.