Dividing Self Into Musings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking out across spans of life, not knowing everything there is to be seen, wanting to know everything, inquisitively searching as rhythms continue to race into orbits of their own.

Leaving nothing but peace and serenity to calm soul and spirit, wanting to gracefully swim through the atmosphere, creating ideas and their concepts.

Believing in the iridescent glory reigning in an artistic world, not wanting to leave any blank spaces to chance, taking them all gingerly into the midst of poetry.

There it can be read without mistaken errors, staying whole, yet dividing self into musings of an entire lifetime, loving abstracts and energetic volumes of writing that come to mind.