Seeming the life I live is at times not real, just a
nighttime dream that I've not yet awakened from.
A delicate balance being tipped back and forth with
every experience that I go through, discovering many
possibilities in it's depths.
Taking thoughts, writing and responding to each in
turn, as they appear in poems, sending my mind into
all areas of expertise.
Always falling into tempos of rhythm as they play
continually, giving sensuous pleasure as I think in
pictures.
Putting every detail into volumes of prose, easily,
concisely and briefly.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sensuous-pleasure/
