RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Voiceless Atmosphere - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Taking life down byways, finding little known places
where I can hide and no one ever seeing me.
So alone and contented, living in a voiceless atmosphere,
one where only music exists and I can write incessantly.
Living totally in rhythms of fire and passion within my
being, letting it out into poetry to burn minds of others.
Loving to see the way my poetry touches others at times,
inspiring and changing their lives for the better.
So intensely sometimes, words striking like lightening
and thunder in storms of poetical interludes.
Serving it's purpose in life, thankful that I can touch
and make a difference in some people's lives.
Able to do it worldwide with just the nib of a pen as I
Inspiring and tempting other people to live their lives
interiorly also, loving possibilities that come from it.
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