Discarding Clutter Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Music rocking this mind like crazy, making it feel so
good, exercising it ultimately into an open arena of
roses that send their aromas into intellect.

Keeping everything orderly and useful, discarding every-
thing cluttering this mind, liking to start each day
fresh and clean.

Needing it to be this way in order to let music portray
portraits, landscapes and imagery into prose, automati-
cally feeling energetic and enlivened.

Feeling turned up and on, loving this temporary life and
all that it has given through the years, heart pumping,
intellect being it's recipient.

Flowing into this brain each day, watching as it takes
mind and intellect beyond boundaries of life, giving ex-
citement and thrills just by being open and focused.