Passive Shyness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Filing away characteristics of darkened beings, looking back on cloudy days, to what was happening long ago.
Taking time to focus on thinking in deep domains of subconscious latitudes.
Reverting to silence of childhood to sift through the piles amassed from a lifetime of passive shyness.
Interested in many moments of intellect, recalling their delicious interference with my brain, hoping to keep them close throughout all time.
Being attracted to what is being thought in and among details of every day routines.
Exacting a totality of love for intellectual ideas, after they've been fashioned faithfully by imagination.