Interior World Of A Poet Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Children stepping forward, music begins playing, a child yells and
runs off the stage, laughing all the way.

Remembering sights and sounds upon a photographic screen, always
going, copying everything that's seen, tasted, heard, touched and
bound with music and rhythms.

Taking off, going aloft, soaring in vibrations of years of flying,
getting enjoyment and being fulfilled with syncopation as it en-
compasses this mere poet's being and world interiorly.