Strange Corridors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Throwing wishes into a well of being, looking to images
coming to mind, liking what is being seen, a gentle one
portrayed in lines of poetry.

Taking this open poetical mind into an interior universe
where everything is new to this poet's sight, loving to
learn about new things in dimensions of tomorrow.

There visions are never-ending of the future, being led
down strange corridors, trusting in imagery of a whole
new dimension.

Ready to learn new knowledge and wisdom in which to en-
lighten the world around us every moment of this life
while we are living and enjoying it's atmosphere.