Given At Conception Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hanging on to rhythms as I soar above life in poetical musings,
noting unnoticeable details in every aspect of my life.
Wondering curiously about every moment spent in mind,
thinking about what life expects and brings to me.
Liking the feelings always penetrating my mind, I encase myself
amidst the English language, so I can create literal meanings
of every facet coming to me in definitions as they arise
non-plussed in daily routines.
Gathering momentum with every poem, writing from sun up to sun
down and in between, never tiring of any particle of it as I
smile and entertain myself within this innate talent, given to
me at conception in my mother's womb.