Formulating What I See Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strippling down runways of ivory,
taking off on specific rhythms,
finding it thrilling,
as they elate me thoroughly.

Enjoying the essence it provides me
all the time, I follow innate
instincts wherever they lead.

Sometimes I wonder what the messages
could be, then I formulate what I see
on interior screens, almost like I did
in chemistry in college.

It turns out to be fun and I continue
with each one that arrives in intellect.

An array of thoughts all wrapped up and
given freely to imagination to do what
is apparently expected of me.

Never wavering, always moving straight
ahead no matter what course thinking
leads me to.