Phases Of Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shooting from the hip, hitting the mark every single time,
enjoying pleasurable feelings being brought to this heart.

Silently exercising interior phases of intellect with an
artistic grace, refined through the years through writing.

Loving solace and peace being brought into life through
it all, safely hiding beneath words of every poem written,
satisfying self alone with the essence of passion.

Beautiful sensations taking, going into gates of heaven,
solemnly and without any effort whatsoever.

Planning every note in rhythmic sequences of mathematical
progressions, totally into measures of it's tempo, continuing
to enjoy writing.