Drums Sounding Like Past Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Leaving experiences of yesterday, yet they continue to un-
fold and hasten the wonder of another world.

Adjusting and rearranging words, sometimes changing sounds
of rock me mama in the darkness.

Everyone relays feelings into the near-atmosphere, where
all measures of chords fit right into timely beats.

Beating of drums sounding like past moments, teaching tunes
and melodies as they are expounded into this night with a
whole new world becoming her own.