Sharing Gifts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Never needing a reason to write, only picking up a pen,
allowing ideas to flow into pictures of thought.

Everything being found on photographic screens, to be
looked at while writing or painting.

Seeing notes placed in measures, filled with rhythms
and new concepts of music.

Bringing alive interior gifts and talents, sharing them
all with people of the world.

Never denying anything to the vast expanse of intellect,
blending itself without boundaries to imagination.

An acumen for math, physics, science and anything touched
upon by an intense curiosity of this mind.