Wings Of Steel Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tuning my mind to echoes emitted by my soul, traveling down open corridors on wings of steel.
Finding inner realms of language, lapping upon shores of a hidden horizon, not seen since I was a child.
Figuratively skating about, jumping and landing between
rhythm and poetry.
Alive with sensations of silent power, anticipating great
literature when finished, experiencing creative talent born within each time I write.