Final Product Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Angles and spheres curving themselves into my mind, being
arranged just so in lines of poetical music that I love
so much to compose.

Rectangularly circling intellect on tip-toe, intriguing
intensely as I watch notes and tones fall into rhythms
of a poetical essence.

Side-stepping barriers and limits in order to assimilate
the final product of an intellectual bliss, hoping to
share it with the world eventually.