Meetings Stepping Into Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Seeing through a fascinating picturesque page of this mind,
wanting to learn more, writing it all down, putting together
pieces of life's puzzle.

Looking forward to the final picture as the years pass by,
meanings stepping into rhythms of every moment of life and its
wonder, taking nothing for granted.

Always wanting to be open and free, writing about liberty and
its vast circumferences we have within our beings on a daily
basis.

Roses of life smelling so wonderful, taste buds feeling their
aura and sweetened taste, mind hearing rhythms as they burst
into sounds of color.

Much like fireworks most of the time, other moments like a
volcano, because mind and intellect need an explosion of
energy through every synapse and neuron.

Having an appetite for the bursting inside of a creativity
that it hurts when not living and being in a creative new-
ness of feelings through adrenaline.