Rhythms Affect Purely Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking through crowds of people, seeing a guitarists hand
raking across his guitar, pulsating notes spreading into
the air like snowflakes swirling about.

Nothing to spoil the atmosphere, drums beating throughout
the evening keeping mind and intellect awake, alert and
functioning at a high level while music steadily plays.

Touching this mere poet with an energy that never dies down
for it's deeply set in a bluened light of the Divine that's
forever held within this mere poet's being, loving how the
measures of rhythms affect this poet so purely.