Edges Of A Forgotten Shore Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sailing along edges of a forgotten shore, looking at the
tatters of what was left behind, scattered upon the floor
of this productive mind.

Topping off an experience that rounds out life, a wonder-
fully fulfilling purpose that keeps winds of this creat-
ive intellect blowing.

New and refreshing ideas flowing throughout the years,
never cursed or having writer's block, just a steady flow
of thoughts through music.

Streaming steadily from an interior waterfall, refreshing
this mind continually, never being polluted or strangled
in life.

A constant flow of integrity, purpose and concise precision
as this mind continues to be creative, not stopping for any
reason, pleasing feelings always filling intellect intensely.