Humor Of Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Humor Of Intellect
Mind-tickling ivories giving gentle laughter inside,
letting the humor of intellect begin to entertain
and keep me happy in life.
Unfolding puzzles of mind-bending thoughts, allowing
them to produce their beautiful pieces in colorful
hues and auras.
Traveling over, under and into caverns, labyrinths,
and abysses, feeling the freedom of this soul traveling
in it's depths, continuing to move in circles of
creation being processed even as I sit here writing.
Novel ideas coming continually into mind, never leaving
behind rhythms that are so desperately needed by a
purpose in life.
When the mind is in a solace it feels free and then only it can smile and lough, no matter whether you are in abyss or in labyrinth, Novel ideas coming continually into mind, ... an ideal situation
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5/4/2024 6:00:32 AM # 1.0.0.1119
....continuing to move in circles of creation being processed even as I sit here writing....... Fantastic cradle exposed. Thanks.