RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 142,253 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Unconscious Creativity - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quietly, my soul treds away, reluctant to stay consciously
while being transported by Chopin's exquisite music to
instinctive realms of creativity.
Taking to clouds of imagination with no desire other than to unconsciously deliver mystery and awe to an all-consuming
dimension of creative freedom.
Completely solaced, visions of beauty dance and float among
radical languages of poetry.
Breast filling with emotion, struggling to get out and run -
feeling the extent of itself pressed into barriers of youthful experience.
Dancing around, leisurely fixated upon silence of inner natural beauty.
Nowhere to hide, no one to interfere with this unconscious
As it continues to bring life and soul together on an
intellectual dimension far above any other persons' and turns
reality away for the time being.
Alive, joyful for this moment of life to be experienced totally through exacting emotion and inner wisdom - this reality which
has become one with mine over time.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, November 22, 2013

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