Landfill Of Musical Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Trouncing and jamming with new age music being played
before we leave Buddy Stubbs, being taken into skyways
of tomorrow's destiny.

Heart and soul being trapped in melodies, not able to
get away, loving it though, and holding onto notes as
they rise and fall.

Jumping from clouds, parachuting through music, rockin
all the way down, having the time of my life, falling
quickly into melodies.

Landing on my feet, dancing to a song that has taken
me flying, sky diving and landing on top of a landfill
of musical rhythms.

Not caring how or why I got here, just taking my time,
enjoying and being proud of who I am and have become in
this life.

Surprisingly, strumming coming out of nowhere, taking
my place in the annals of poetical history along with
music's measures and notes.