Being Teased By The Band Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Throwing notes here and there, the band teasing
me with a fast-paced rhythm again.

Catching and placing them in coded messages from
poetry, to be written in an everlasting amount
of verses.

Strengthening and giving energy an outlet with
which to continue writing.

Fingering notes within my mind, keeping up with
rhythms being played rapidly and steadily.

Crossing and re-crossing inner pathways of in-
tellect, never giving way to outside disturbances.

A wonderful and focused mind, forever immersed to-
gether in the midst of time tunnels.