Musical Jet Ride Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Capturing and captivating this mind is easy when music
begins to play.

Rhythms instantly creating all the words as they fall
into one poem after another, daring to continue for
hours on end.

Never leaving an idea unturned, frolicking, enjoying
the lilting energy of every song, especially faster
ones taking me on a jet ride through clouds and
skyways of intellect.

Careening through imagination, grasping thoughts and
letting them constantly and instantaneously stream
into consciousness and out along edges of subconscious-
ness.

Playing with their tantalizing melodies and rhythms of
incessant voices of musical instrumental music.

Always caressing this mind, helping to recall every
memory and image ever contained within one person.