Glower Of Talent Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rushing now, into a fascinating glower of talent,
speaking quickly and easily into mind.

Folding and unfolding inside memories as they
claim destiny in this poem being written.

Likely facets moving around, taking their time
to stir interior thoughts into a huge amount of
rhythm.

Filling my mind with an experience unthought of
before now, yet, thoroughly enjoying rushing
with it's beautiful rhythm up into the
stratosphere, nothing holding me down.

Being pulled genuinely into another sphere of
rhythm, calming incessantly with an inspiring
beauty touching my soul.