Absolute Concentration Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms catching hold of intellect, affixing thoughts
rapidly to every note and tone, astounding single
chords reaching into depths of my mind with an absolute
concentration of intellect.

Nothing can be heard except what I am now listening
to, eight beats to each measure, taking me into circles
of total anticipation.

Forming and relating everything with abstracts coming
into the picture, new conceptual designs are now
turning and shaping themselves into kalidoscopes of
beautiful colors and hues like those of rainbows after
a storm has come and gone.

Stressing the harmony and melodies coming from many
instruments of intellect, throwing the whole picture
into an enlightening framework of a desert landscape,
shooting stars across the skyway of my mind and giving
an aptitude of interior enlightenment striking intellect.