Waking To A Beating Drum Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Softening the lights, letting sadness take center stage,
developing thoughts with beats of a drum, keeping pulses
moving with drum rolls down the streets of interior
attitudes.

Looking into mirrors of reflection at tears forming and
being put into formulas of scientific equations.

Finding the sequence to be used in a healing form of
medicine to be used for certain medical problems of the
liver.

Intellect waking to the drum beats, seeing sadness
standing alone, just a glimmer of hope that it will be
proven to be the ending of it's beginning signs of intense
grief.