RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Where Imagination And Reality Meet - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Watching my passion ablaze, fire rising within my soul,
taking me into a bluened interior, a spiritual atmosphere
where I luxuriate in the peaceful dignity of my soul.
Directionless, not caring, just filling self with the
definitions of life and it's experiences, cooperating
with intellect as an inner waterfall continues to fall.
Throughout the years, never stopping, letting thoughts
be generated on the way down, flowing into pools of my
mind where imagination and reality meet.
Spiritual minds rising above it all, beautiful, enticing,
alluring my spirit with it's peace of the Divine, always
inspiring me in every endeavor of poetry when writing.
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