Rhythmic Ledges Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slapping definitely into the offering of a sensation
that appears soothingly in the future of another tune.

So happily tuning self into the new eras of other
dimensions.

Leaving rhythms out on ledges where they can rock and
perform in pleasant moods of a time and place from
yesterday.

Nothing letting anything come in the way and barricade
it all together.

This never is going to happen, clapping and swinging
into another sphere instead.