Not Wanting To Hear Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running with rhythms, feeling their beats as they hit
each note forcefully, bringing sweet music to my ears.
Folding and unfolding on perspectives of inner solitude.
Sliding across the dance floor, being light of feet and
saturated in melodies full of soul.
Taking me away swiftly from all the poisonous thoughts,
trying to tell me things I don't want to hear.
Soft blossoms sending aromatic scents to my senses and
gifting me with gifts as they open up further.