Born In The Midst Of Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traipsing through vibrations of music, feeling them as
they reverberate, touching inner strings and playing
chords to exacting pitches of heavenly songs.

Born in the midst of rhythms, letting them tell my
story of life as I translate them into poetry, being
in deepest forests of imagination, tranquil and watching.

Making sure only the truth is being told, nothing else
will do, living in a life of honest deliberation, taking
paths that lead into creative canyons of intellect.