Always Surprising Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reading photographic screens as I sit here writing,
seeing thoughts flowing, capturing them in intellect.

Writing them out in quiet, gentle detailed prose,
inquiring and wondering what ones will end up in a
poem, or standing alone, finding themselves as a quote
at times instead.

Understanding always entering the picture, knowing
innately what to say, finding insight being intellect's
special talent in everything written and all that I write.

Soft, gently, never devastating, yet always surprising
my mind with it's beauty and intensity.

Pure and sacred, bordering on the divine, taking life
above what it normally is, giving it a special sphere
within my being.

There it lives transcendentally, all the time no matter
what should happen to me personally.

Energy always being purported through writing of poetry,
a never-ending supply, keeping my mind awakened and
sublime.

Finding profound and wonderful interior thoughts through
intellect and imagination, giving an immense satisfaction
to my entire being while living on earth.