Sensitive Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Serving methods of coded rhythms to the middle of my brain,
taking paths in and out of intellect.

Sliding into a sensitive imagination where they can all have
some fun being experienced and lived for what they are.

Being diverted and assembled into diverse aspects and formulas, mathematically taking forms of patterned designs.

Calling forth the beauty that is just beneath a plethora of
ideas, cogitating happily and waiting to be seen.