Poetical Books Of Tomorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms striking this mind, fulfilling landscapes of
intellect as they beat incessantly against my brain.

Forfeiting nothing, being given strength of another
decade to live and become a purpose in life, that's
always been pursued.

Never letting anything get away, just keeping it under
wraps where it can always be lit by imagination.

Swerving and twisting into pastures of another dimension,
finding beauty everlasting, in flowers that are found
there.

Never disappearing into the atmosphere, staying closely
together, not being separated ever in this world.

Beginnings are standing and walking onward into depths
of many varied locations, taking the best life has to
offer.

Using it all in ink put upon papers, blank in poetical
books of tomorrow, up until now.