Interior Pens Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slow moving motion, escaping harried days of stress with longing.

Systematically intent upon enjoying every moment left to me on
earth and it's boundaries.

Releasing self into outer space, watching planets, stars and the
universe spin around my imagination, taking me on journeys far
away while sitting in my mind.

Rocketing to the moon, watching novas, comets, and shooting
stars amaze everyone on earth with their performances on high.

Seizing the moment with elation and joy, fluently flowing from
interior pens, emerging on blank paper with a vitality of intense
pretension.