Scattered Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Scattered thoughts flow through the skyway of my mind,
being blown about by wind bursts, thrusting themselves
upon the table of my mind.

Somewhere there are ideas coalescing in jungles of
intellect and wisdom.

Somehow taking all that I know and formulating it into
prose, so I may see what is held in depths of my
subconsciousness.

A little wiggle of imagination stirs and blends with
melodies from above, giving me the serenity I need to
be sane and calm, even though my life is a giant tangle
of weeds that needs to be cut down and burned.

Making sense in times of contemplation is different than
usual as I travel through underbrush as if on a safari
in Africa.