Love Of Imagery Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slippery, sliding down canyon walls, viewing every
minute detail on the way down.

Being excited and happy as life takes off before me,
wondering and having a love of imagery in sight.

Touching and releasing significant particles of
intellect into coded mysteries within rhythm.

Exercising and finding answers that are created from
innate knowledge.

Knowing that I can equate the equations of various
impossibilities with an accuracy beyond intellect.

Dreaming of incessant fibers that are needed to be
attached to molecules that are dancing to rhythms.