Final Editions Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

2: 17 p.m.
Feeling rhythms churning within, tossing and turning,
giving pleasant feelings to my brain.

Gesturing to notes, blending them with tones and
tempos, keeping time with rhyming in intellect's
depths.

Beginning and ending of new ideas and thoughts are
fluidly sounding into my photographic mind,
penetrating wisdom.

Opening it's doors into imagination, wanting to
discover the transparent ideas and blend them
chemically with inner beauty.

Adding colorful additions as they constantly fall
and situate themselves within the juxtaposition of
my soul to wisdom.

As I incessantly write all of it's final editions
into a poem, hoping it will do me justice one day
in the future when I am gone.

Pleasing to inner emotions, becoming an important
factor in the ending of it's essence, as I lay it
to rest in this poetical journey of my intellectual
mind, and fantasy of imagination.