Entered Into Poetry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fingers moving up and down frets of his guitar, Gaul
playing his heart out for all of us, Doc now taking
a break for some reason.

Just chilling and listening to calming effects of the
guitar strumming, exciting us with beautiful rhythms,
tipping along gleefully.

Satisfying my spirit, soul being uplifted and freed
emotionally, liberated from all the tension in this
life, at least temporarily.

Finding joy in these few musical moments, following
along with the guitar player, dancing in my heart and
mind.

Allowing self to enjoy the beautiful flowing melodies
as I write through them, loving to see them being en-
tered into poetry.