Tasting Poetry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tasting Poetry



Rushing home to myself as I am transported by rhythms into skyways of subconsciousness.
Forgiving attitudes calming me as I mount the last mountain of my life on earth.
Quieting my soul with fragrant scents of adjectives, blending together with thoughts of creating intellect.
Showing me exacting principles of music and it's compositions.
Tasting the essence of poetry and absorbing it totally without remorse.

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