Mysterious Coalition Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Growling sounds coming from voices of rhythms, living
in tempos of lively endowments, giving up spectacular
moments like fireworks filling the sky.

Brilliant colors and bursts of smoke, sounding loud
and superb in the blackness of this interior night,
pacing along with beats as they tantalize inner fears.

Providing tempos for rhythms, energetically moving
about with the liberty of an interior creativity, as
literature abounds in continuing melodies.

Getting louder and faster, writing into this mysterious
coalition of life and it's possessiveness, thrilling and
being filled with anticipation and verve into the night.