RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Solitary confinement isn't bad for a poet, it's actually a good thing to block everyone out.
Forming many sentences, colliding with new ideas is more efficient.
Cloistered brain cells have a chance to be opened up interiorly and placed on screens of my mind.
Playing with words, making up new ones is great fun for my soul.
Enticing new facets and aspects come to light, engaging so much of my intellect, it's so enjoyable and I totally fall into it's lightened abyss.
Never minding being alone, it suits my soul and heart to not be reminded of betrayals of other people.
Left alone in a quiet solitary confinement suits my personality.
Recent goings-on touch and dive into pools of images and memories giving me plenty of food for thought.
Liking the motion of rhythm, following and keeping time with my writing is an excellent pain reliever.
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