Raking Taunting Sounds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms now intensely raking their taunting sounds through
mind and intellect, stirring thoughts, meanings and reasons
into lines of musically generated poetry.

Languishing in positive moods and attitudes of an interior
spirituality and divinely motivated heavenly feeling of
stillness being inborn in this soul's spirit totally.

Titillating and touching neural pathways and synapses that
are reaching out to play with senses of sound, colorfully
teasing them with a sweetened taste of auras.

Spiraling around, alighting upon the pleasure centers of
this brain's mind and intellect, causing the rhythms to be
played out in the left hand now fingering them like a piano.

Although there is only silence, because the music and its
rhythms are being played upon a piano held invisibly within
a C.D., sending the musical rhythms to this poet's mind.

Being so tenderly enticing, blossoming quietly into lines
of poetry, giving such pleasant and refined sounds to be
written into measures of this mind's intellect.

There they will repose until this mere poet's final moment
upon this last sunsetical shore in this temporary life here
on earth.