Rhythms Of Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wonderfully and happily turning ideas into words you are
reading here, coming from deep inside intellect just
because they are better fitted right now to the rhythms
I am hearing.

Listening to them, feeling their delicate serenity lacing
neurons and synapses with the beauty of nature waiting
here in this poem.

Scents wafting into thoughts, enticing beautiful colors to
play melodies for imagination.

Taking the least trodden pathways, falling upon the
saddened hearth of tomorrow, filled with the loss of yesterday
not knowing how I'd forgotten for so long.

Now stirring up, recalling and reliving their essence in a
collection of poetry that will one day be read throughout
the world.

Never letting go of a single beat of inner rhythms that were
composed at the exact time as each and every poem was written.

A balance so delicately met by the wisdom of intellect as
it meets up with the rhythms of imagination.