Sake Of Music Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sake Of Music
Tumbling like clothes in a dryer, my mind is being
inundated by rhythms traipsing all about me.
Wanting to be aligned with truth of another's mind,
hoping to be placed in measures of their rhythms.
Caring and compassion filling me throughout, nothing
standing between moments that we are together.
Living for the sake of music, beating within my mind,
knowing no other way to endure this life of suffering.
Frailty of all life being held inside, keeping it safe
from all outsiders not wanting to endure anymore of
their abuse for the rest of my life.
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5/4/2024 7:10:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
WAITING TO BE ALIGNED WITH THE TRUTH OF ANOTHER'S MIND, HOPING TO BE PLACED IN MEASURES OF THEIR RHYTHMS. This is a goal you have already achieved with poets and musicians - and more recently scientists - but it is ever an on-going process. You can't put a number limit on this and say, OK I just met Poet 179, time for both of us to retire. No way, you keep adding people to your circle and poems to your collection, as the rhythms make it all cohere harmoniously - or not - a few trips and stumbles may lead to a new sense of balance!