Drifting Through Lands I Create Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reading and writing always to music, retaining everything
that enters intellect, whisked away upon the surface of
the ocean, waves crashing all around me.

Rushing to shore, taking all troubles, sacrifices and
suffering with it, leaving me floating silently, not a
care in the world.

Drifting in and out of lands I create through imagination,
at the end of the day, knowing that life has been fulfilled
entirely through the poetry I've written.

Translated from coded rhythms, going into dimensions of vivid
intuition, visions totally opening within this poetical mind
daily
and incessantly.