As The World Turns Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tempo being straightened and narrowed into a
beautiful song, qualifying as an oldie nowadays.
Electrically filled with tambourines, flying jets
into the starry night.
Creating a prism effect, opening up the skies,
tantalizing the atmosphere everywhere I look.
Rocking the rhythms into the twenty-first
century, even though it's a blast from the past
tonight.
Particular periods of music seem to always
appear in time, as the world turns and the clock
moves clockwise into the future.
Always taking every portion of yesterday on a
solo journey, accepting our attention in today's
ingenious world.

(10: 34 p.m. - 11/16/13)