Word Invention Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Crossing words, dotting t's, having a blast doing
whatever I want as writing flows constantly from
my mind to hand, thrilling interior silence with
it's brilliance.
Loving facts without rules, roaming and roving
wherever I want to at any given time.
Inventing words to co-exist with meanings I've
made up, just to change the tone or sound of
language as I see it in my mind, playing it so I
may set it all in a poem for others to enjoy.