Insistent Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Morning has broken completely like an egg being cracked open,
sharing delectable promises from above, leaving nothing to
discussion, taking ideas solely into a freedom of curiosity
while writing.

Mind insistent, wanting certain definitions to be made, making
up new words, formulas of fascination, becoming aware in times
of great stress and disharmony, like living in another world
that only knows how to digress and become expendable.

Then suddenly being surprised with the center of a vivid memory
that's never been before, not being a part of this mere poet's
life, mind or intellect, wondering how in the world it became
and is, in the midst of turmoil and difficulties.