RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Knowing The Beauty Of My Spirit - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Being silent, thinking, staying in an atmosphere bluened
by the Divine, checking and keeping time in measures of
Not wanting to be disturbed, because I'm enjoying myself
totally and explicitly, knowing the beauty of my spirit
as it rises ever higher.
Through poetical interludes where I continue to write
from my heart and soul, feeling sensations and emotions
that are coming to the surface with tantalizing beats.
A rhythm, steady and clear, clarifying thoughts clearly
and concisely as I write from an interior waterfall all
the time when listening to music of all types.
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