Creating And Developing Poetry Silently Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fingers crossing ivories of a piano or accordion while listening and reading music expertly, loving beats and tempos as they fall from an interior waterfall into ideas.

Concepts and thoughts being created and developed silently where poetry's heart and soul is naturally filling the spirit of this mere poet.

Watching as every neuron and synapse is picked up and wades through the pool below, finding ways of putting them together, creating whatever comes to mind innately.

Never really having to think about any of it as rhythms dance their way into mind and intellect happily, wanting to be a part of something bigger than life itself.