Little Unwanted Reprieve Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

This morning, forgot to put batteries in my CD player so
I have to listen to elevator/exam room music, kind of
dull, but my mind can adapt quickly.

Wanting to splurge and rapidly go forward, instead being
held back by slow music changing my usual pace of writing,
soliloquys of ideas swimming lazily about.

Watching me with a smile, knowing how much I'd rather be
speeding along with rhythms, allowing this little reprieve
to write how it is for this poet's intellect when having
to use other means to listen to musical rhythms and write.