Creative Mist Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Realizing times of life are changing, rearranging
time left, before expiring in a haze of creative
mist.

Searching, looking at every facet and imagined particles
of being contained within, collecting and retrieving
thoughts of penchant feelings curling inside.

Sojournly being challenged in areas of consciousness
where identification is possible of everything in mind
that travels into spaces of empty attire.

Knowledge of being, sitting here, waiting for recognition
of it's brilliant intellectual tidings.

Coming directly from a brain when contemplating whatever happens in lifetime agendas of secretive knowing being displayed on screens every moment.