Creative Existence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Creative Existence



Circular sounds spiraling around in my mind, tapping
out rhythms as they play.

Listening to the mysterious tones being coded as I
write into volumes of poetry.

Adhering to the particular movements coming into a
creative existence.

Intense and involved notes are completing every
sentence with intellect's capacity, and delving into
an innate knowledge.

Saturday, August 1, 2015
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