An Innate Rhetoric Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

An Innate Rhetoric



Thoughts flowing past midnight like tides of a lunar eclipse
above in a starlit night, causing wonder to be fulfilled ex-
clusively and intensely through depths of imagination.

As moments collect and disperse themselves through intellect
while writing, rhythms playing softly, gently tempting this
mind with an innate rhetoric.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018
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