Writing An Ending Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Imagination being written all over the pages of this
book, keeping me occupied as I endlessly wait to be
taken care of.

Picturesque screens filling me with exquisite designs
as I write, watching them change off and on so many
times, as I rise and fall to their charms, gently
touching my mind.

Somber feelings coming into the picture as this rhythm
suddenly starts rushing into many counterparts of
language.

Using concepts from quantum physics and placing them
into facts and figures of dreams as they drive forth
right now into appearances of forthright predictions.

Solving all sorts of incidental sources of problems,
giving feelings of incessant joy and chance directions
of prose.

Looking into the subjects of my beginnings, as I write
myself an ending.