Calmly Imitating Fantasy Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Crossing ravines in the desert of my soul, daring to go
to edges and look over, no fear at all, hoping in the
beauty that will soon touch sight in folds of life.

Rising into an atmosphere of wonder and talent, being ig-
nited by melodies and rhythms played out loud, starting
and stopping throughout a lifetime.

Calmly imitating fantasy that's created moment by moment,
lilting petals of rhythms, moving in synch with beating of
drums, keyboard now joining in.

Delicately taking this mind dancing, finding corners of
liveliness where all is sublime and heavenly, allowing
everything to become a part of innate talent.

Collecting savory and tasteful moments that will culmin-
ate in a beautiful repertoire of classical music now
being written through poetry.

A succinct and colossal inspiration at the edge of this
mind, allowing it to blossom, filling the world with all
sorts of poetical investigation.

Traipsing around hand in hand, never letting go, forming
a treasure trove of wonder and awe to be read by one and
all.