One Track Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Exciting nerve endings, pulling my brain into the mix to join
in all the fun.

Finding puzzle pieces throughout desert mountains, joining
the formation of interior thoughts as they figure out clues
and codes of every design and color, waiting to be placed
within a frame of the entire picture.

Becoming the ending of every beginning, finding in the end,
every beautiful attitude being matched with every piece found
and placed in poetical forms, no one else can think or figure
out here on earth.

Linking abstract designs with intellect without exacting any
measure of timely essence and keeping it all together in
rhyming sequences.

Put all into volumes of literature in a timely picture, perfect
from every direction and never mismatched in any form or shape.

Beginning likelihood of future inventions, newly formed
ideas and concepts are turned over to imagination and left in
depths of wisdom's hands.

Nothing ever being fulfilled unless written by an individual
poet, writing throughout the desires of life as continuing
on a solo journey.

No one leading astray, because this mind is on one track
only in this entire lifetime on earth.