Succumbing To Interior Peace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Calmly, reticently succumbing to an interior peace fill-
ing my being, taking my soul into a bluened atmosphere
within.

Capturing my attention with a barbed intellectual sensation,
hoping to prepare my mind for an interior perception coming
silently about.

Hanging in mid-mind like a helicopter hovering above the
floor of my soul, showing efforts of delectable bits of
knowledge that have accumulated throughout the years.