Interior Forest Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traipsing along pathways in an interior forest,
flavor of pine tree's aroma touching memories
of the past.

Coming alive even now, though hundreds of miles
away from them, a photographic memory serving
me well.

Seeing images, gestures, expressions, senses of
taste, sight, smell, sound, touch all together
being used in writing poetry endlessly.

Every line being written instantaneously, and
lovingly into rhythms of poetry, living through
the essence and passion of an interior life.