RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Hearing an incessant drumming tapping in this mind like a musician on ten drums at a time, sounding, listening, having an enjoyable time with measures of chords.

Tempting and blowing air currents towards this poet in time with coded rhythms, up and down, lifting a magnificent energy into an inherent and lively destination.
...

Music dancing and playing with mind, intellect, soul and spirit, having such a great time in open fields of roses and deserts filled with cacti.

Such opposites it seems at first glance, but upon taking a closer look they can both stick or poke you unexpectedly because each has their own defense system.
...

Slowly, steadily moving and untangling moods, feelings and emotions from memories of the past and what they were made from in the first place.

Not having to search their meanings or definitions to find their very essence, feeling passion intensively in this heart and spirit.
...

Nothing can interfere with an unexplainable feeling that entices, tempts and grasps its meanings before its even known.

Rhythms billowing into the air with breath-taking efficiency, never falling short, experiencing everything first hand right in the beginning.
...

Realizing an effervescent dialogue being spent on another dimension where life can be seen and recognized for the essence that it was born with.

Believing in an individual freedom of the soul takes mind and intellect where no other can go, each of us has to find our our beginnings in this life.
...

Rhythms continue beating, taking our hearts along with them, marching to tempos of beats while moving quickly through melodies touching the heart and spirit of our souls.

Thinking always touching mind and intellect in their open and joyful moments of captivating, tantalizing meanings as they then open like a rose.
...

Mind thinking and feeling a quiet peace that never disturbs this thought process, only opens it wider, letting in moments of a concept as it's being created and developed innately.

Nothing to hinder its presence as it enters intellect, taking meanings and definitions into other dimensions silently and rapidly through coded rhythms constantly being listened to.
...

Feeling lazy, laid-back, quietly contemplating interiorly within the context of God and being, relating in one way or another to each other.

Lying back, feeling love and mercy being bestowed upon this mere poet every moment of this extraordinary yet temporary life on earth.
...

Fingers crossing ivories of a piano or accordion while listening and reading music expertly, loving beats and tempos as they fall from an interior waterfall into ideas.

Concepts and thoughts being created and developed silently where poetry's heart and soul is naturally filling the spirit of this mere poet.
...

Rushing quickly into recesses of this mind, allowing an innate musical talent to touch and take mind and intellect into secret gardens of explanations and beauty.

Their imagery bright, vivid and lively, turning every little detail into a poem then into and out of mazes of definitions and meanings.
...