Innate Practice Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Solitary, solemn, settled in a comfortable atmosphere
of creativity within.

Feeling contented, letting thoughts flow, relaxing
and watching them fill with color and rhythm.

Through intellect, automatically, instantaneously,
giving my mind explicit instructions.

Showing where each word will fall, contributing to
poetry as I write it spontaneously.

Enjoying this innate practice as it fulfills a purpose
I was born to write about.