Watching Ideas Pop Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silence taking me down avenues of placid thought, watching
as ideas pop into spaces being vacated by gifts of innate
talent.

Solace being raised in increments, reaching much higher
realms through contemplation.

Watching equations come and form themselves, loving the
pleasure they bring into life as they code rhythms being
listened to instantaneously.

So intent on fulfilling the purpose of destiny, not hearing
or seeing the outside world around me.