Fruition Of Poetry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silence and an ethereal quiet light descend upon
my mind, thoughts spreading their wings, flying
and soaring into the atmosphere.

Looking for a place to alight, letting them blossom
into fruition of poetry where they hopefully can do
some good or make a difference in someone's life.

Practicing daily, whatever I have heard or learned,
turning it all into creative adventures and discoveries
that no one else can see or hear.

There is only one way, reading it here among all the
words that I find to write in poetical compositions,
otherwise you'll never know or hear of them.