Innate Supply Of Ideas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listless, aimless, then a steady beat enters my mind,
waking up the creative process, always ready to begin
writing, drawing or composing music.

A vibrant flow coming from an innate interior supply of
ideas and thoughts, coagulating, stringing them altogether
and getting them set for a lifetime in a poem of rejoicing.

Cooperating and playing every moment that I am awakened
in the rhythms of intellect and imagination.