Intervals Of Relief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rustic yet admirable feelings entering mind and intellect,
choosing energy rocking this being into fluid beginnings
of being held close to inner creations.

Available testing in another realm of yesterday's imagery,
taking apart incessant positivism as it glows red, flowing
like lava into the night.

Registering on the Richter Scale at 10.1, never feeling tired
at all, just enjoying and touching the beauty of rhythms as
they continue to beat from interior realms of syncopation.

Going between spirituality and an imaginational reality
that never slows down, it just comes in intervals of relief
now quietly alone and writing poetry.