RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Photographic Screens - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Drawing me into rhythms of an interior life, music reaches
within intellect, tantalizing and alluring it's presence
so gently yet intensely.
Such a perfect and wholesome feeling is being given to me,
a Divine one at that, I believe nothing can give me this
beautiful feeling except God, Himself.
Writing from an interior inspiration and passion, letting
the essence of my being be free to do what it must do to
live and keep giving me energy.
Vibrant, so deeply felt every time, loving how it reaches
the very within of me, totally and completely mine, no one
able to take it from me.
Even without a pen and paper, I see words, images, visions
on inner photographic screens, pure and intact, a wonderful
gift that has been given to me alone.
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