Minds Of Exploration Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Staccato and intense notes being played with no pretense,
absolutely wanting our total and complete attention while
they are playing to us.

Enjoying their lively, vibrant sensuous performance, pacing
our heart beats in silent races of time, pleasant surprises
jumping in and out of rhythms while we listen.

Moods of positive stations fold around each of us in turn,
collecting beats, like picking up shells from sandy shores
alongside oceans in this world, tossing and turning as waves
rise and fall incessantly in minds of exploration.