Learning Essence Of A Poet Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching across the horizon as ships float by, wasting time
in tides of life.

Knowing feelings of turmoil and suffering, floating along
the surf wherever it will take me.

Softly hearing so many rhythms as waves rock me in depths
of being, taking away the intensity of what I am feeling.

Going through life, casually letting myself be taken into
another dimension where I will find and follow all new path
ways on another lonely journey of learning and acquiescence.

A perfect way to perfect imperfection and even up edges of
intellect's imagination.

Yards of notes, filling every particle of my brain, leaving
me alone, drifting yet upon waves of an inner ocean, learning
the essence of being a poet as I write daily.