Private Intuition Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slithering through rhythms and images, feeling their
textures touching interior depths of emotion.

Cavorting merrily in visions as they open up to con-
templation, finding the arrival of new concepts.

Tripping along in tripods of sensuousness, revelations
rising between rhythms and notes of compassion.

Teasing interior senses with an enlightened atmosphere
and a private intuition of what's to begin again in
measures of time.