RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Lined spaces lasting through eternity, exaggerating outlandish claims of memory.
Violin-like, a piano sounds in the distance, calling, touching, an inner soul of talent.
Urging gifts of a lifetime to come out and explore their full potential.
Exhausting all possibilities on every level and dimension, taking great care to be lithe and agile in every undertaking.
Filling inner emptiness with the talent of creative beauty, expressing it on global scales, reaching hearts of many.
Visualizing the enormity of such a task is poetry in motion.
Moving, imaging words into rhyme with no room left to do anything else in.
Spinning to notes of piano-like sounds, wavering gently, touching ivory of the brain, causing the most wonderful, awe-inspiring poetry.