An Awakening Of Sorts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

An Awakening Of Sorts



Playing to the music arranging itself in my mind,
energetically displaying words of meaning and desire.
An awakening of sorts, happening all the time as
thinking becomes a pastime of contemplation.
Reality hanging on wisps of words, whispered in
silent forests hidden from sight.
Particular distinctions appearing in sequence with
an apparent order consistent with a mind of thinking
randomly.
Abstract negations fill cognitive thought with an
entire repertoire of unequaled prose.
Figuratively finding benefits with each wakeful
moment as life turns over a new leaf with every beat
of the heart.

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