Interior Beckoning Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Interior Beckoning



Rustic notions piling upon doorsteps of enlightenment,
hoping to become the latest newcomers to intellect.

Wanting to try their hand at composing rhythms and
brightening imagination with firelight from camp fires
built to incinerate mankind's foibles that get in the
way.

Taking the rustic western aspects into consideration,
hoping to perpetrate lively conversations at the
interior beckoning of knowing while standing around.

Wanting to allow these newcomers to rise to the fore-
ground.

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Shabeeh Haider 20 November 2014

A very sweetly written poem

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