RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Pleasant Occurrence - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Speaking softly through poetry, letting the world know
what I'm thinking in ink.
Picturing what comes to intellect and finding the words
flowing from an inner waterfall that's incessant.
Even when interrupting me in the middle of a poem, I can
go right back to what I was writing and thinking.
It's just like I never was interrupted at all, a pleasant
occurrence coming from within innate gifts and talent.
At times being lost in sadness, grief, loneliness and
abandonment, falling into pools of despair.
Yet an energy comes from within intellect, touching it
gently and reverently.
Seeming to know that it's coming from God, a deep knowing
that cannot be separated from my mind.
Loving that it's such an explicit part of my entire being,
seeing visions that prove what it is I'm thinking.
Delving always into pools of intellect, giving of self,
feelings, emotions and thoughts all readily available
to be put to use and written into poetry.
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