RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 144,832 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Beginnings Of Thought - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hurriedly skipping into deepest recesses of my mind,
stirring thoughts, ideas and concepts in abstractions
of my mind.

Controlling measures of time in rhythms of intellect,
cooperating exclusively with inherent traits I was born

No escaping the beauty of an inner bluened universe,
giving the purpose of my mind it's elusive and mystical
reflections being mirrored onto photographic screens.

Always being touched through a creative and fantastic
spirituality, classified instantaneously in beginnings
of thought just before they're recognized.

At the moment they're ready to flow over the top of an
inner waterfall and into depths of my interior life,
rafting then into rivers, flowing towards the ocean.

Thoughts like waves rising and crashing against the
shores, nothing to stop or slow them down, just like
methods used by intellect.

When writing poetry. playing musical instruments,
painting, reading, composing music or anything that I
might be doing at any given moment in time.

Watching as it all comes together, making sense to this
mind, a mere poet standing on edges of time ready for
the clock of my being to end on it's final note and poem.

Topic(s) of this poem: poem

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2015

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