My Own Oblivion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Enjoying the peaceful calm of the insistent rhythms
always consuming my intellectual imagination, taking
me into an oblivion that is all my own.
Shutting out the world, writing down the incessant
rhymes, rhythmically filling me night and day.
Thoughtfully expressing their essences in a myriad
of sentences, never at a loss for words as I float
upon a medium of intense feelings of perception,
noticing everything in detail, never leaving a
particle behind.