Wombs Of Intense Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Frantically waving in the atmosphere, not able to grasp
hold of anything, wind blowing incessantly, not allowing
nature to be still.

Searching for the centeredness of peace, unable to see
where it is, wind blowing, covering it up.

Sights unseen, as life and nature continue to forage from
sensations that are being blown about.

Strident and longing, beliefs falling into the wombs of
intense love, nothing to stop their unbidden callings.

Touching and finding that love can never be held prisoner
in anyone's heart.

It was born to be free and independent and if not allowed,
it will stumble and fall.

Dying with the autumn leaves being blown about by an
insolent and disparaging wind.