Thinking Anew Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching into depths of interior thinking,
looking for chests of forgotten memories,
hoping to dust them off and watch them
careen across the screen of subconsciousness.

Tattered, ragged, torn doesn't matter, I
want to see what's been hiding so deeply
inside my being.


prying, wrenching, digging, hoping to find
some forgotten image of treasure from long
ago, possibly as a child living with my
parents.

Rotating and flipping from vertical to
horizontal thought, finding something in
between them.

Collectively gathering everything into new
see-thru chests of steel, readily opened to
new approaches of finite situations.

Allocating new ways of thinking about unknown
circumstances in very exceptional fashion and
method, creating a new style, a modus operandi,
of quixotic literature on blanketed shores
forever.