Intellectual Bliss Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Intellectual Bliss
Silently, solemnly gestating and conjuring ideas appearing
interiorly, appeasing my soul, giving an energy to intellect.
Wandering and tasting the beauty of nature from the senses
of my soul, being held in solitude in an intellectual bliss
of perfect solace.
Nothing comparing with it's essence, letting me feel it and
the passion of an interior serenity.
Liking feelings of natural highs as I walk through rhythms
and into dimensions of another world.
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5/4/2024 9:35:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This poem sums up my experience this afternoon in reading from your recent cornucopia of poems. I was thinking as I read them that the Muse had put you in a philosophical mind frame that is, you were developing trains of thought and seeing where they lead you. And I willingly followed becasuse the intellectual bliss you were feeling informed the poems which then informed me. This poem includes a word I find elsewhere in your writing which obviously describes both your mental process and one of your highest value - interiority. You draw riches from that INTERIORITY to give to us in your poems and bring riches from the world to nourish your inner world. It's an exchange always going on, The two opening stanzas express the sources of your INTELLECTUAL BLISS forcefully in poetic speech. This poem is like a doorway or threshold that leads in and out of your interiority, .