Finding A Place Where No One Else May Follow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Drums beating in fast time, tempos trying to keep up with this brain and mind, an exciting and fascinating exercise in futility most days for others.

Not for this poet, spirits being lifted higher, taking intellect deeply into a lively and avid center of subconsciousness that lies dormant in most people, but never in this mere poet.

Innate talent, wisdom and knowledge letting go, encouraging it to make everything move to rhythms and tempos, reaching out and never letting go.

Beginning and ending finding a place where no one else can follow, dancing, swaying, taking places where only life, love and talent can dare to exist.

A borderline never keeping anything apart, wanting only to be a piece of the puzzle here on earth, humanity cannot get away or leave this mere poet alone to be without music.