Capsule Of Poetry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lonely night, wandering alleys of musical poetry while my
heart strains to hear the music of a local band, a genuine
and tantalizing sound giving me pause.

A reality check of sorts, living in the recesses of what
I'm hearing, nothing like it ever before, taking my mind,
introducing it to another realm from within my soul.

Sounds echoing and re-echoing deep within my being, leav-
ing everything to imagination, drifting away from side-
walks of reality.

As I travel through time in a capsule of poetry, music taking
me away into another part of my brain, intellect willingly
following me through it's many beautiful and wonderful avenues.

Filled with glittering lights and mind-bending attenuations,
filling my heart and soul with a perfection coming from the
Divine.

A solid and savory memory combining with the past and future,
music pulling it all together, no effort at all, brilliant
and intellectually stimulating.

Cannot stop writing at all, wonder and curiosity taking their
fill as I walk these back alleys of forevermore, holding my
heart in the palms of God's hands.