RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Processing In Writing - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Racing heartily down trails of incessant, pure and
delightful rhythms, taking my soul into depths of
heaven where I dwell as much as possible.
Always moving and grooving, finding the best of
life's precious moments, existing in it's inner
melodies and being surprised with the beauty that
is found within it's total essence.
Immersing self, being intoxicated with the beats
as they enter and tranquilize feelings in a flurry
of hastily appropriated flavors of savory thoughts
Flowing across pathways of this mind, increasing
limits and boundaries that can never quite hold me
back, living in the moment, always enjoying everything
that my mind is introduced to.
Solidly partaking of every measure that I am attuned
to, processing and creating patterns and designs
forever in writing, loving the innate creativity born
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