Poetry Flowing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rapping in the evening, soaring with lights of rhythm,
sensing melodies as they fall onto the dance floor un-
heeded, blending totally with the band.

Listening to energy playing on air currents in measures
of time, calculating, figuring out the mathematical prob-
lems of music into formulas.

Tempting my soul to enter another dimension of beauty,
foaming and bubbling into an atmosphere of inner spirit-
uality.

Guessing at the heights and depths of it's precise dim-
ensions, as music continues to surround me entirely with
significant poetry.

Flowing from within intellect, causing relief to spread
throughout me entirely, pulsating and growing every step
of the way towards another volume of poetry.