Wringing Memories Dry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Incessant checking with interior motives of wringing memories dry, while they're processing emotional turmoil from way back then.
Lively anticipation, becoming musical in tune while I continue to write whatever I hear, coming through my mind's unescapable interior, causing a merging of ideas with creativeness, bringing a logical reasoning into effect.
Being applauded, holding together whatever is seen imaginatively through visions contained in outer limits of existence.
Talent showing through, being sent into subconscious pillows of thoughtful interludes.
Senses being attuned with poetical circumstances indulging in contrary meanings.