Filling An Empty Space Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythmically focusing on music I'm hearing, as it feeds
words to portray many meanings coming into creative
imagination, leaving me in an empty space that I can fill with my own pictures of beauty.

Satisfied with the absolute serenity of this day's
beginnings, trying to not think of what things will
come into being next.

Taking myself into depths of intellect, trying to keep
collected and calm in this iotic space of life.

Finding the newest music as it is being composed so
easily.

Finding the right notes to keep me intensified and
adhering to insides of canyon walls filled with the
beauty of life, it's characterizations being
sent into poems throughout every rhythm as it's being
written.