Spun Into Webs Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Collecting and transcribing letters of many words onto
pages of poetry journals, inciting and enticing poetical
compositions from within this precious and open mind,

Blending and taking everything into landscapes of liberty
and freedom, causing an effervescent illumination to be
produced.

Succeeding and appreciating the beauty and wisdom of
intellectual ideals kept sacredly in the throes of
other dimensions.

A vast interior universe that is of my own making, pleasing
my inner ego, a wealth of information being formatted and
fit onto pages of intellect.

Seeing it constantly in pictures painted by this mere
poet in plenty of modes and placed on canvas for every one
to see and read.

A complacent and inspiring innate talent, always growing
and nurturing itself without any pushing or shoving from
without.

A total eclipse of an inner being, finding itself and
proclaiming it's findings silently to the world many times
over.

Never trading it for anything else, keeping life abundantly
and beautifully accomplished in tightened and contrite lines
of poetry.

Sublime and profound at times, others hidden and tantalizing
people's minds with it's intricacies spun into webs of an
intellectual bliss.