RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 12,322 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Combing Ideas Through


Strangling in another summer Arizona heat, wantonly beginning
exercises of a beautiful tenure in absolute experiences,
leading into aspects of tomorrow.

Capturing the essence of many moments, ideas are being combed through, not leaving anything to chance or circumstances.

Solidly forming an entrance and exit of every sentence, taking
a position inside of poetry.

Likely times are becoming quickly and rapidly, moving forward,
faster and faster into turmoil of another future of tomorrow's beautiful atmosphere, dimension and environment.

Leaving all efforts beside ideas that are being traded and
placed within every paragraph of every detail left open for
me to write in one last time.

One last chance to be at home in the final chapter being
written, now ready to be closed and shut forevermore.

No more to be left to chance and taken silently into another
dimension, now only being chosen by the one who is writing
from intellect and it's imagination now and forever.

Submitted: Saturday, August 09, 2014

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