Outward Motion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to many rhythms as they fall into place with locomotive ideas, pushing them forward.
Pleasing to inner desires, emitting aromas pleasant to hear and taste in mind.
Quietly moving into rectangles of outward motion, figuring out formulated patterns as they rush by.
Barely brushing the mind with excellent character and muses of poetical composition.
Delivering perfect stamina to those strong enough to hold on for dear life.
Exercising swiftly in poems as the world flies by.