Notwithstanding, elements of time disappear before me, <br />reappearing in rhymes of sort. <br /> <br />Distinguished lines, standing on their own, developing <br />ideas and thoughts on merits of inner awakenings. <br /> <br />Colliding with extremes of life, at opposite ends of <br />a mind, contrarily setting new images to block the view. <br /> <br />Antagonizing the existence of imagination, causing it <br />to delve into unexplained and unexplored denizens hiding <br />within. <br /> <br />Blooming into ecstatic byways, creating a paradise for <br />imaginings to become anew, like diamonds gently falling <br />in quiet succession from this mind's hand. <br /> <br />Selecting, rearranging, gathering all jewels into rhyming <br />poetry, to be read sometime in the future by another person <br />after I am dead.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gathering-poetry/
