RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Intellect's Trails - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Looking at mountains sitting quietly, peacefully and
serene, sharing their innate natural spirit with my
Outside in the morning sun, enjoying being here alone
for a moment, band playing on stage loud and intensely,
just how I love it to be.
Taking me on a journey, musically, down many trails
of intellect, as rhythm creates landscapes that are
being pictured on interior photographic screens.
Totally calm, quiet, still, writing from depths of
these fantastic and vibrant rhythms, so intense,
taking me far away from earth and all of it's turmoil.
Such wonderful beauty being collected into this mind,
giving deeply, pleasure, within my being.
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