
Calls for ascension
beckon at the rising of
new day, new corner.
Anna Rozwadowska 2019
Calls for ascension
beckon at the rising of
new day, new corner.
Anna Rozwadowska 2019
Sifting through golden hues, runes disguised as rolling hills,
my memory escapes me, I remember dreaming in lucidity as,
calm winds breeze through my hair, delicate and soft to the touch,
understanding that this moment shall never happen again
therefore we take this grandiose with fondness and conundrum.
Grins circle…
Perfected incisions in the open scepter of cinnamon wood,
crafted inside the empty opera of meandering fools,
boiled inside the yolk of liberation, the hidden woods of expectation,
it’s laborious,
today, is day’s end inside the pristine rivers, waters exulted in salvation,
perfected is the ornament of piecing back the trepid, human and…
Beneath the pristine blue waters, edges rippling with delight,
a gentle breeze sits on the brow, feather light as though in heaven,
there sit the swans of salvation, white, cornered, swaying,
fed by hands of the starving rich and the jaded poor,
all in spinning circles, running the rat race, just…
Owner, Editor of Storymaker. Top Writer in Poetry. I am a writer, photographer, psychic, medium, and spiritual guide, M.A. in Environmental Sociology, Ph.D.