Playing Inside Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quaking in strings of violin music, playing my mind with
exquisite timing and rhythm.

Racing through every image, looking for the perfect one
in all the world.

Fascinating concepts being portrayed as I play inside
intellect.

Watching all thoughts run and jump, dancing with
every melody, chasing notes around my mind.

Falling, picking up selves and chiding one another.

So glad to be the person I am with innate talent
keeping me together.

(7: 08 p.m. - 10/12/13)