Measure Of Timed Beauty Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pumping adrenaline, rhythms standing up and out along edges of a long-lasting measure of timed beauty, wanting to be seen in deep blue colors as tempos run around.

Skipping and moving in melodies of tonight's music, never taking a break, just writing rapidly and enjoying the fun it brings into this poet's life.

Energizing mind and intellect with an electric fascination of how it happens when writing to music and its rhythms, singly alone, caught in the dimension of an alluring environ-
ment tonight, exercising ingenuity and loving it.