Prisms Exploding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently sitting, writing, filling pages poetically,
straight through an inner waterfall of intuition and
beauty.

A substantial and wonderful array of colors, prisms
exploding everywhere in ideas where concepts are com-
pletely full and explicitly clear.

Framing every photographic picture in the present,
past or future, loving to experiment throughout each
discovery and process of reality and imagination.

Realizing, touching upon inspiration and natural beauty
as I write, somnolent thoughts being carried on beds of
roses into intellect.

There aromas fitting my mind with fresh new formulas,
taken into consideration while writing automatically of
what comes to mind in an instant.