Interior Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fingering rhythms in my head, taking every note and beat into my photographic memory, delighting my imagination no end.
Forming many patterns, eclipsing light and darkness, fitting them in nonexistent spaces, to see how they'll look in different positions.
Having fun putting words juxtapositionally to see how they sound in another dimension, filled with silent expressions found along pathways of interior imagination.
Beautiful melodies performed in tunnels of mathematical poetry, fed constantly through my brain.