Between Pages Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Beating incessantly to rhythms of Foreigner, loving
the feelings coming across to my soul.
Awesome figures and formulas twirling in mind,
sandwiching all thinking between pages of intellect
and imagination.
Taking everything circumspectly into mirrors of an
intensely soothing mind of writing.
Solemnly thinking of sorrow and grief, yet writing
many other things flowing into the tides of ocean's
intellect.
Quickly finding sources of imagination's flowing
rhythms, never having a problem ever.
Situating the morose notes along canyons and caverns
as I walk along, thinking and dreaming of the holistic
journeys coming into existence.
Always running on pent-up energy, never being let
down, after time and again, locating, centering and
finding purpose in this menial life.
Hoping soon to be taken and brought to shores of an
opposite horizon.
Living in all aspects of imaginary purposes.