Benign Spirit Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Benign Spirit
Spinning in rectangles of morose stipulation, gaining
ground as mere rhythms dance into my head, taking me
to new heights of expectation.
Forging new pathways into synapses of paths never
before taken in mind-bending journeys.
A benign spirit breaking out into vast wide open spaces,
stretching and lengthening systems of creativity.
Soft, soothing, placating energies with fervent desires.
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