Mode Of Thought Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Riding high in realms of rhythms of integrity,
keeping up with the usefulness of my mind as
I write in depths of reality.

Speaking silently of it's false hopes,
uncompromising wants and selective desires are
hoping to continue forever in this mode of
thought.

Cognitively letting all words and ideas flow
normally out of intellect like a perpetual water-
fall, never running out of any thoughts, jumping
over and free falling into depths of inner canyons.

Letting imagination carry me, never getting hurt
or deceived by the fall of myself into a land of
silent writing where I'm most comfortable living
life alone.

No penetrating feelings of doom are able to hold
on to me as yet.