Own Ideas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Settling into the morning, being absorbed by thoughts
that cuddle sleepily in corners of my mind.

Peeking lazily out from under the cover of their ideas,
softened sunlight shining outside.

Not touching or blinding them as they continue resting,
watching as they toss and turn.

Getting restless for recognition, yet not wanting to
get up and be utilized.

Thoughts are so funny at times, having their own ideas
about things in our lives mind.