Figures Not Of Speech Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Bass sounding and vibrating the very insides of this
gentle poet, loving how it feels while rhythms swirl
and twist in figures, not of speech, but in those of
music as the night wears on.

Whispering voices coming into line, as they suddenly
want to see themselves in the limelight, needing to
be felt and put on the dance floor.

No longer wanting to be on the side with shadows as
they move and circle this mind, while the band plays
on, not ever noticing this poet while writing.