Becoming Poetry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Squelching other's voices, turning up my CD player so I can't hear comments of everybody else.
Drifting floatingly onto stretches of imagination, relaxing, easing tension, becoming my poetry as I write for moments in life's spacious mansions inside my mind.
Spreading peaceful serenity along sidewalks of my subconsciousness, unlimited thought always at my beck and call.
An enjoyable sensation, a feeling of being home alone, taking time to become sublimely attuned with my purpose in life.