Momentary Respite Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Responding to the melodies floating through the
atmosphere, hearing the energy coming forth into
a harmony of rhythm that I love harmoniously.

Watching clouds form in my mind as I write,
feeling their cloudy essences enter with elation,
happy to have a momentary place of respite.

Noticing the environment surrounding every tempo
that enters my heart and slices up the particles,
letting them then fall into the words that I
write.

Finally letting everyone read them in times that
become right for their heart's ears to hear.