Swiftly being carried into another dimension where hearing
is blocked from entering realms of intellect.
Nothing standing in the way of total concentration, as I
write words into poetical verses, continually.
Minding the atmosphere within me, keeping it calmly reticent
with no one interfering in it.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/reticent-atmosphere/
