Individual Rhythm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind wandering outside the office, stopping to touch
things I want to feel so they can be formulated into
senses my mind can express.

Taking time, walking around the fountain, watching
the rippling effect of the wind as it surrounds the
environment with it's invisible presence.

Looking up through the trees, seeing yellow blossoms
holding fragily onto their places in life.

Feeling their beauty also holding onto my mind where
it can be seen as I write of their essence.

Beautiful colors of yellow, shining like the sun upon
thoughts coming rapidly into sight.

Being filled with individual rhythm, as each note is
composed at the exact same time.

A variety of life set in poetry, always ready to
reflect it back whenever being read.

A legacy given, so I never forget the richness of
these heavenly gifts, just being a mere poet, writing
as an instrument of our Lord's.