Needing Fast - Paced Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slowly, too slowly it seems, melodies taking me by the hand,
quieting this soul, arranging thoughts with loving care, now
hoping to connect to faster rhythms.

Wanting to not stay still within, mind wishing to be thrill-
ed and excited instead, needing fast-paced rhythms to keep
me from falling asleep while writing.

Motions slowing down, turning into jazz like harmonies, put-
ting me to sleep, trying to keep my eyes open, finding it
quite difficult.