Decorating My Mind Fruitfully Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thinking and listening in the quiet stillness of an early
morning, feeling the heat of a new day warming intellect,
seeing ideas clearly and writing from each of them.

Precise and terse meanings falling into the sentences of
a total change of heart or life for others who read me,
decorating my mind with fruitful endeavors.

Pondering each of them in turn, wanting to give my all each
time I put one in a poem, loving to turn words, definitions
and meanings around in my mind.