Sensuous Depths Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Flowering in depths of mind gardens, watching beginning buds
open their eyes, slowly blossoming through the morning.

Beautiful essences cooperating with artistic grace as it
flows constantly down waterfalls into deep pools of creativity
and beauty.

Swimming below the surface, feeling the coolness of the water
as it caresses a being in bluened thoughts.

Living in the sensuous depths of interior peace, continuing
to energize a mind and follow points of interest.

Appearing as I dive and take in shiny countenances through dull colors
and reflections of light, hitting them in depths of interior
serenity.

Bamboo partitions and vases of dried out looking tall weeds,
just sitting and standing in corners of the waiting room