Thoughts Being Thrown Like Jacks Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taunting ideas being traced interiorly, searching for a
touch of beauty that's usually hidden from view, but this
poetical being seems to find them without any trouble.

Synching with rhythms of this heart, relaxing mind and
intellect all at once, reducing the frustration of daily
stress.

Letting go, soaring above and beyond this mundane earthly
life, thoughts being thrown down like jacks, waiting to be
picked up and arranged into rhythmic poetry.