Single and solitary, sitting off in a corner writing
and enjoying the solitude, listening to thoughts as
they filter through rhythms.
Always taking my mind into areas of intellect where
only ideas can coalesce with abstracts, creating many
varieties of prose on different subjects.
Throughout hours of the day, finding pertinent mess-
ages coming intuitively through mind and spirit, con-
templating and soothing my soul as I write.
Listening to music of musicians and singers through-
out the day, listening to my favorites and finding
repertoires of life coming through into poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Throughout hours of the day, finding pertinent mess- ages coming intuitively through mind and spirit, contemplating and soothing my soul as I write. Thanks for this well written poem.