Life Biding It's Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Angles all about, a single star sitting atop one of them,
tempting my mind to study and write of it in this poem,
living in the estimates of mathematical equations.

Life exists within, biding it's time through writing of
poetry, composing music and painting portraits from memory
just for the fun and self-entertainment of it.

Giving non-ending joy, exciting me with musical, rhythmical
landscapes that open up within intellect as I write, abound-
ing thoughts jumping and carousing in my mind.

Taking me across vast wastelands of life, into other dim-
ensions where I find many moments of tantalizing, energetic
signs of lightening striking, lighting passion of imagination
with joy.