Spheres Of Intuition Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind easily climbing and falling into measures of music,
going all the way into spheres of intuition where life of
creativeness exists and lives throughout the years.

Moving back and forth to rhythms of an imaginative reality
that tickles, taunts and beckons this mind and intellect
into its circumference.

Reaching atmospheres of knowledge and wisdom in brand new
dimensions just beyond subconsciousness, loving how this
mind discovers the beauty and wonder of it all.

Thereafter placing it into thousands of poems being written
day in and day out, reliving something that cannot be touch-
ed or held ever again.

Yet it appears when thought about, wanting to experience
whatever it was now here in the present, if only this part
of consciousness could be used as a time machine.