RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Abstracts Hanging In Spheres - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Waking to rhythms of a new day, enjoying the sun rise as
I write poetry.
Living a life of poetical music, taking up time that I
preserve in measures of blessedness.
Always being reserved for nothing else, staying in realms
of the Divine.
An interior universe filled with a bluened light of in-
tellect and spirituality.
Processing thoughts, forming ideas, developing concepts
along with abstracts hanging about in spheres.
Waiting to be combined with everything, creating new and
Using mathematical equations, physics, any and all ideas
that come to light or mind in this mere poet's life.
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