Sublime Concentration Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Under overhanging branches of a tree, watching shadows
flit gently once in a while across the table as I write.
Mind being soothed by soft classical music entering my
head with sublime concentration.
Allowing for every movement and note as it penetrates
my being to the core, to explode in words and meanings
within.
Sounding out poems musically before I write them,
wondering what I will say when beginning to write is
fascinating.
Stretching and sliding imagination as it unfolds happily
each time I think.
Centering creative juices exactly where I want them to
go, expounds my sense of awareness for natural beauty,
sorrow - grief.

(9/20/96)