My Own Creations Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

My Own Creations



Sliding and strumming along strings of my mind,
testing chords as I make them into creations of my own.
Deliberately focusing between notes held in rhythms,
unfolding like blossoms, relating a sensual language
of music to coded mathematical concepts, lain bare for
the universe to absorb.

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