Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Unseen Beats


Watching youngsters interpreting rhythms in their own ways.
Seeing them moving and gyrating in directions an adult
could never attain in this life and area.

Jumping and leaping, slipping across the floor in motions
of unseen beats, stashed only in their young minds.

Submitted: Monday, December 09, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 09, 2013

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  • Susan Lacovara (12/9/2013 9:27:00 AM)

    There is a freedom, like none other, when lost in the syncopated rhythm of release... Youth provides the stage, upon which true abandon can be explored...have we forgotten how energizing and enveloping the dance can be?
    I remain a loyal mistress to the music....PEACE (Report) Reply

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