New Cloud Of Creativity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staccato sounding beats hitting places of my mind,
waking them to the awareness of a new cloud of
creativity

It's now forming in intellect, roaring into the
limelight with a perfect vision that incites my
curiosity.

Exciting me thoroughly in this state of mind,
twisting and gyrating, finding thoughts no matter
what direction intellect goes in.

Riding waves of excitement, taking my being down
mountains, up steep canyon walls, finding beautiful
landscapes appearing everywhere I happen to look.