Speaking Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching silence unfold, never opening my mouth,
expecting not a soul would listen to me speak anyway.

Descriptions of every detail fall from pens of ink,
speaking through my lips and mind together.

Wanting to express self in excessive rhythms of poems
and music, never having to communicate with another
soul while on this earth, except through writing.

Crossing borders of life in an unopened container of
a fascinating being.