Interior Flow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting alone, thinking about nothing and everything at once.
Separating and blending every abstracted thought, connecting each one to musical notes filled with colorful emotions and memories etched in photographic pictures of thought.
Filing away for future writing and poetry, creating meaning and verve for others to read and feel the flow of my interior rivers and waterfalls.
Hopefully taking to heart some small part of what I say in my writing.