Making Little Gifts Of Poetry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Following a river like a blank page, drifting, meandering
wherever it takes me, letting sight take things seen into
my being.

Feelings and intellect where they are kept like special
treasures of my mind that it doesn't want to part with,
making little gifts of it into poems.

Enriching and fulfilling a little something to anyone who
reads my poetry, letting thoughts and ideas float upon
their minds also.

Thinking that they'll find hope, strength or inspiration,
giving purpose to those who read my poems, carrying on
with their own lives.

Spreading it about in their daily measures of time and al-
so with those whom they know or meet along the way, giving
others and selves a reason to be.