Chasing Shadows Out Into The Open Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hearing an incessant drumming tapping in this mind like a musician on ten drums at a time, sounding, listening, having an enjoyable time with measures of chords.

Tempting and blowing air currents towards this poet in time with coded rhythms, up and down, lifting a magnificent energy into an inherent and lively destination.

There everything is voluble and kept moving in time with each and every beat of intellectual drums innately, enticing,
wonderful, avid and enlightening.

Turning corners, chasing shadows out into the open, leaving no room for discussion because only writing can occupy this mind so intimately and thoroughly in the emptiness, abandonment and loneliness of this human liability while here on earth.