Velvet Tongues Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently and purposely, writing whatever comes into being
through this mind.

Ripping apart the lies of everyday things creating many
impossibilities and turning them into possibilities of an
entire variety of concepts and wonderful thoughts.

Wanting to know every feeling and emotion and how they
affect moods and thought processes, believing in the
atmosphere of other dimensions as I attain each and
every one of them, silently.

In a sphere all my own, nothing to penetrate or distract
me from what it is I'm doing through writing, sweeping
my mind clean with every poem, placing everything thought
of into them.

Finding exact meanings and purposes perfectly in align-
ment each time, succinctly and placidly folding and unfolding
beauty found in everyday life each moment through writing.

Dreaming of all ideas, developing them in extraordinary and
special ways through the ingenuity of intellect and sub-
consciousness.

Velvet tongues interpreting music throughout my mind, feeling
it's every sense running through my being, looking, feeling,
touching, seeing every side to each thought that comes into
view.

Taking each one in stride, placing them where everyone can
see them vividly in poetry that is being written daily, so
softly and tenderly, all of it coming into mind, never having
to dig or wait for any thoughts to come.

Always immediately here, waiting to flow from a pen onto
pages of poetry journals, nothing barring the way, making
everything written become totally exciting in every single
way.