Daintily Quizzical

Escaping from reality, just wanting to hide out alone and
write.

All sorts of activity happening in the near vicinity that
I don't care to be a part of.

Soothing melodies calming me interiorly, allowing the benefit
of peaceful solitude.

Awakening melodies appearing tiredly at first, then beginning
to be energized by the morning sun.

Daintily quizzical in nature, hoping to establish many
solutions to lifetime problems.

Finally at peace in an illuminated sphere of time, content
to be just as I am and not bothering anybody.

Just going deeply into intellect where all life is good
and not tainted by the immersion of it.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Comments (2)

Another poem of the poet which is just so wonderfully descriptive. Imagination galore! ! ! !
excellent poem there, Marge.