Inventive Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Violin bows crossing and playing strings of my mind,
taking me to levels of intellect only their music
can access.

Filtering through a process of genuine talent,
following avenues of peaceful thought as they
meander through many aisles of extraordinary
gardens.

Existing to play for my soul, melodies strike and
join with harmony's rhythm, taking me ever deeper
into areas of beautiful, sublime ideas.

Being blended with an extraordinary amount of
inventive imagination.