Process Of Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sleepily nourishing thought, floating lazily along it's many
rivers, drifting in and out of memory and it's patterns.

Likely to forget the world around me for hours at a time
while listening to artists of the past, their music blooming
beautifully in my mind.

Feeling the soft touch of melody and fragrant notes filling
all my senses, nothing transpires within, conscious thought
does not occur.

Serene platitudes fill all sections and aspects of my
unconscious mind, slowly filling, like a hot air balloon, the
process of imagination.