Fruits Of Sound Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind tactics moving from an interior sphere, wanting to be
felt throughout this being, joy and happiness finding ex-
quisite designs that revolve.

Being lit up and then turned into blossoming roses, expand-
ing and spreading themselves around, never daring to expose
them to those who have nothing on their minds except what
they can get out of this poet while writing.

Listening to poetry as it's recorded on photographic screens
within a being that's part and parcel of a human life born
on earth and enjoying the fruits of sounds as they come out
in force.