Wrapped As A Present Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Whispers of nothing filter through the silence of
nature, tethering thoughts to emotions, being en-
livened by interior elements.

Softening, delving into myriad zones of yesterday's
feelings, strolling down avenues, stretching legs
to keep stride with another.

Tackling innermost emotions that creep up constantly,
always fighting tangled webs of deceit as we go
through this life.

Un-entangling messages being coded automatically in
every poetical interlude, sectioning and absorbing
tantamount examples of what is seen within intellect.

Finding the later part of life has snuck up and is
now tapping it's foot, impatient with our lack of
wisdom.

Wanting to interpret knowledge that has been fed
through all the years on earth, expecting us to know
evil has had it's day and is no longer relevant in
this day and age.

Separating and compiling facts brings to light the
best of intellect through imagination and fantasy,
bringing it altogether as one gives a person the
advantage in every aspect of life.

Thinking outside the box, able to give a new twist
at every turn of the mind, memories taking us from
the past, into our present and all that we know into
the future.

Intellect, wisdom and imagination all intact and
wrapped as a present, presented to us when we die to
this life.