Tackling Views Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Daylight streaming into my line of vision, showering me with details not seen during the night.
Loving the amount of insurgent views tackling my mind at all times.
Excising the ebony of sadness for a while as brain cells are exercised and given free rein to express any exposed scenes transpiring before me.
Scattering all senses, letting them reiterate their purposes in a variety of ways, leaving their impressions on paper for anyone to read.