Blossoming Purpose Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms tickling an interior space filled with music and
poetical interludes, fanciful, enticing every notion kept
in check to be expressed in a steady, rhythmic poetry.

Sliding into my mind, pictures of nature and it's beauty,
satisfying the spirit of my soul, total being manifesting
an interior divinity as sounds continue to excite me.

Rhythms thrilling me interiorly, rapidly being played, so
sonorous and delicate, a penetrating thought process being
inculcated.

Happening so quickly that thoughts are flowing like white
rapids of water hurrying downstream, filled with a blossom-
ing purpose of our lives.