A Symphony Heard Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

It takes awhile,
To find one's rhythm.
With it to discover,
Each note of it selected...
Can not be compared to another.
And tested to perfect it,
Often requires little rest to get.

No one blessed to experience life,
Sits and accepts being denied.
That lesson is learned to worship limits.
With a belief boundaries to keep,
Eventually satisfies one's curiosity.
A curiosity intented from birth meant to be,
Explored to adventure possibilities.

It takes awhile,
To find one's rhythm to orchestrate.
Before the feeling and sound of it,
Becomes one's own known to compose.
And a symphony heard one alone creates,
Begins a voyage beyond barriers of all kinds.