Pattern Tracing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stranded on an island of the past, wondering how I arrived here.
Picturing scenes of imaginative bequilement to show others how to follow.
Nothing comes to mind, but rhythms continue to rock and sway within my imagination.
Telling my mind what abstractions to grab, what one's to leave behind.
Tracing patterns throughout life's circumference, exacting measurements of learning from listening and watching the atmosphere cater to music's talent in uncomparable gentleness and verve.