Callings Of Intuition Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rising and falling with ocean waves, hitting and crashing
upon sandy shores along highways of life, being together,
living life with expectant hopes and pleasant promises.

Knowing of course that many things will not happen, enjoying
moments of hope given to me in the interim, callings coming
from within intuition are keeping me interested in things of
daily life, also knowing that they won't last.

Forging self into another dimension where I will be satisfied
with intense feelings and emotions, searching high and low,
seeing the energy, finding levels of resistance beneath me,
taking them on with agility and fervor, giving such pleasure
in depths of my being.

Never left out in the cold when writing, so totally in tune
with beginning rhythms, accelerating the tempos with every
thought coming through tunnels of lightening being provided
by intellect and it's superb imagination.

Always finding out of way spaces where I can rest and watch
what I am thinking constantly, being in front of every forward
moving thought, I continue writing and never stopping except
smell the roses.