Chords Of Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Chords Of Being
Waiting patiently for an influx of ideas and images never takes long.
They always seem to be hanging on the tip of my pen when it first touches paper.
No longer hesitant or forlorn, I write continuously whatever my mind begins to hear and see.
Touching lightly, chords of my being, all of life jumps from my soul, holding on to a parachute, drifting with the flow wherever it will lead in any given moment.
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