Thoughts Of Prose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Spread of mountainous scenery fills my eyes and careens across
my brain, waking all senses and claiming the beautiful sight
in special sections of memories, saved for sensual respite.

Touching inner springs with gentle whisper breezes, fulfilling
pleasures of constant writing.

Slowly crawling around the mountainsides, full of wonder and
curiosity, seeking with a little pride, creative thoughts of
prose, residing leisurely and plentifully inside.

Silent beacons bringing forth quietness of my soul in beautiful
prayer.

On certain levels and circumdimensions, life is subconsciously
always being lived in decent sections of serenity.

Flowing gently into caverns and dry beds of yesterday, filling
them with such great wonder and diligent beauty.

Set forth upon horizons of my mind, preserved sacredly forever
in candid memories of sightful eyes.