Solitude Manifests Itself Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Always looking forward to tomorrow and what it may hold,
having a place within where solitude manifests itself,
understanding not always clear to others.

This poet has no problem with it at all, an unchanging
yet fully rearranged mind of beauty and wonder all the
time, always focused totally on measures of music.

Continually touching and playing with intellect while
writing poetry incessantly, living in a contemplative
state of mind, enjoying innate talent to the fullest
no matter what is going on through this temporary life.