Strumming My Mind Guitar Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strumming my mind guitar, feeling past recriminations stray from me, following their own agendas away from what I think.
Solitary possession of intellect expands my imagination to proportions unheard of before.
Calmly listening to my own initiative, seeing visions acutely clear, and developing my soul beyond comprehension.
That's where wisdom lies and is now coming to light, brightly and focused, concentrating on photographic images, taking me on a journey alone.