Womb Of Creativeness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Racing through measures of time, thoughts flowing generously
into funnels of rhythms, acting like whirlwinds, touching
down at intervals in order to spew their ideas onto land-
scapes of expertise.

Affixing puzzle pieces into a field of energy that seems to
multiply an innate energy, taking mind and intellect on
sprees of intellectuality, following spiritual pathways through
the womb of creativeness, being born time and again throughout
this earthly life interiorly.