Signs Of Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Roosting in an atmosphere of country-western
satisfaction.
Combining the effects of rhythm with dinner and
a light harmony of delight.
Atmosphere being quietly unquiet, giving me great
pleasure as I sit here and write.
A blessing, filled with talent for me to exercise
in forthright beauty.
Signs of intellect, taking over for inner perception,
guiding me to a hallway from which I can reach the
afterlife.
Taking the mystery out of life and placing it here
in many poems of livelihood.
Passing the many moods of yesterday and falling into
the new ones of tomorrow.
Finally settling into a rhythm all my own, giving
me the essence of interior peace I've always known.