Emptiness fills empty spaces hidden within my mind,
waiting hopefully for something more enticing to sate
my brain.
Sensing beginnings of new turns in reality, I find
fundamental truths and elicit them in poems of touching
rhythms.
Performing special routines as I gather as many images
as possible.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sensing-beginnings/