RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rhythmic Pleasure - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Racing ahead into fast moving rhythms, leaving nothing to
Leaning sideways just to have some way to squeeze through
the doorway into another dimension far from the trials and
suffering in life.
Vying for the top of every mountain, taking time and making
certain everything is where it should be.
Tangling straps of puzzles being put together in solitary
places of abject authority.
All of it culminating in a response of rhythmic pleasure.
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