Intellect's Slippery Slides Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding waves of music into ebony parks, keeping to natural
alcoves, being interested in all types of isolation.
Always trying to fit into anagrams of excessive talent.
Following rhythms along walks through life, bringing all
aspects into view.
Traipsing gently down tree-lined avenues of fortitude,
placing three-dimensional pictures onto a screen of my
choosing, bringing it into focus in photographical visions.
Talent shaking itself, lunging happily, falling upon
thousands of thoughts as I slide along slippery slides of
intellect.

(8/28/11)