Curtain Of Mysterious Talent Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing on an empty horizon, watching happenings coming
about in a misty curtain of mysterious talent, nothing
entering or exiting, all being created in depths of an
insistent grief since childhood.

Corrections aren't ever necessary as this mind always
knows exactly what is being written while it cascades
from an inner waterfall of deafening beauty.

Spraying droplets over an entire intellect, feeling it's
moistness tickle and cool energy of talent, invigorating
it and collaborating with imagination to create novel new
poetry.