Needing To Be Sated Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tonight just relaxing after a day filled with family
at a Thanksgiving get-together, all being filled with
turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and all types of
desserts.

Everyone having brought something to add to the table,
a wonderful feast for this Sicilian family.

Now hearing music in the background, my mind salivating,
wanting to taste rhythms and sounds, desires running
rampant, needing to be sated right now this very moment.

Beautiful ideas are flowing with rainbow colors into
my mind, forming words silently, letting them fall into
verses of poetry.

Solemn and joyous, gathering thoughts and placing them
on lines of paper.