Following Flowing Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wind blowing gently, rustling trees and their leaves
as they laugh and tease breezes touching them.

Nothing serious going on, only tantalizing peace and
serenity of another day, eating lunch at Wendy's.

Separating and intriguing thoughts by their importance
and priority.

Loving the essence that comes about interiorly, without
any coercion going on.

Lifting energy building within, spiraling and being
controlled by an inner spirituality no one else can
manage or touch.

It is mine alone to use for the serenity needed to
write from intellect, nothing to stop it.

Protracted and energetic, finding and following thoughts
that are flowing and falling from this pen alone.

A mere poet enjoying immense satisfaction accumulated
from writing poetry incessantly and being alone day to
day.