Knocking Upon Doors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sensuous and intense drums beating, touching rhythms
of my heart quietly, yet steadily racing into dusk,
watching as shadows peek in and out of the darkness.

Exposing innermost corners of my mind, knocking upon
doors of this poet's intellect, taking me away into
depths of South India.

There I find myself intrigued and pleasantly surprised
with lively rhythms filling me vibrantly, interior
passion and essence now on fire.

Burning incessantly throughout my being, lighting the
music creatively with sound and color, touching imagina-
tion with a peaceful soothing balm through rhythms.

Sensing and combining beauty held within as it fills me
spiritually with liveliness, fulfilling vibrations of
intellect.

Following pathways through many tunnels and passages
opening into dimensions beyond earth's.