Continuing Intellect Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lasting songs filling my mind with aged memories of youth.

Walking through the desert on the way to school, carrying
a transistor radio I received as a present the year before
when I graduated from eighth grade.

Haunting images remembered as I walked alone, no one to
speak to, instead using my imagination to write short
stories for my English class with Brayer or Churbuck.

So long ago, yet in mind, happening this moment.

Nothing to look back on, because it's always right here in
a photographic memory.

At times, enjoying past visions, other times being
frustrated at their persistence.

Tangling webs, pushing through, containing it all within
a mind of continuing intellect.

(1: 26 p.m. - 1/17/11)