RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Forming Sounds - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Forming sounds in the middle of a song, making it
combine with syllables and shaping it all to be
sung from a rock and roll band.
Rocking me constantly in rhythms of light and airy
Keeping in step carefully, not stepping out of
form, treading into a wonderful system of sensory
Hanging onto each section as it unfolds.
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