Beaming From Interior Spaces Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thrusting forward into the next generation, gyrating
formally into the not too distant horizons where
we'll be pleased beyond care.

Ruggedly beaming from interior spaces, watching eyes
of retrieval turn into lively scores of musical piety.

Fumbling with articulate fingerings and adjustable
fine tuning, solitarily satisfying thoughts without
meaning.

Tapping out of rhythmical notation all of life's
sensuous beautiful nature of wonder.