Soul's Nourishment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Patterns leaping up out of designs, beckoning me to
write of them in placid poems of thought.
Watching, as suddenly words start appearing on
photographic screens, keeping in time with rhythms
that I'm listening to.
Having at times to silence the music just so I can
live my life without having a pen in hand and writing.
Knowing that food, drink and sleep keep my being alive,
yet at times, I forget about them all in preference
to writing poetry - the nourishment of my soul, given
by my brain to constantly entertain me, even in my
many misgivings.