Flowering Aromas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to music of this mind, composing it so energetically
and faithfully.

Such beauty falling into visions of my mind, images walking
through forests of intellect.

Taking along every facet of imagination, using them all in
every poem that will be written.

Sending messages, filling an inner essence with so many
flowering aromas, as they begin and end in a garden.

Growing and maturing with every thought and idea, being held
gently in this brain of mine.