Finding Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Racing through denizens of my mind, finding an explicit
and divine purpose wherever I happen to look interiorly.

A vast sphere, always open, ready to take me into it's
depths, showing concepts as they appear on photographic
screens, totally and automatically.

Nothing standing in the way, never having writer's block,
enticing and beautiful, loving the excitement and thrill
of adrenaline flowing through as I listen to music of
varied types.

Sadness being chased away through rhythms staccatoly
coming, penetrating constantly and incessantly into this
mind of openness.

Carefully finding exactly where every word and meaning
will fall as I write, complacently, energetically,
feeling every note and sound, knowing no one else can do
what it is that I do on a continual basis.

So beautiful and alluring, picture puzzles fall into
thoughts, giving an exceptional advantage to this inner
world that I have been introduced to at a very young age.

A sensitive and contemplative landscape always taking stock
of every moment in poetry, accepting facts that fall into
the folds and pages of my mind.

Selecting wonderful and enticing ideas that shine from
bluened lights, enfolding me whenever writing deeply within
this interior dimension.

Always being filled with the spirituality of a heavenly
abode, never being forsaken through writing poetry.