Tending To Needs Of A Poet's Essence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to people talking, but not understanding what they're saying because music on a CD is playing and tending to the needs of a poet's essence in rhythms.

Sensitively feeling emotions and feelings that come from depths of every melody being played, sometimes bringing tears to fall.

Other times feeling an enticing joy, coming through rhythms as they continue to give off feelings while mind and intellect coddle it all while writing.