RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Pulling Out All Stops - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rushing to greet me, rhythms slamming into my
mind as I begin to write in depths of contemplation.
Flowers blossoming in words, meanings and definitions,
giving the essence of each one to be seen in
Beautiful particles sparkling against intellect in
diamond patterns of exuberance, etching themselves on
Playing with imagery set in imagination where it can
be illuminated in dimensional aspects of beautiful
Being taken into the wonder and curiosity of
everything, while coming into view at the same time
as rhythm beats itself into my brain faster and faster.
Never letting up, trying to push me to keep up the
pace and not slow down, finding meanings lying about
that I want to put in interior sentences.
Now pulling out all stops as I climb mountainous
walls of inner canyons where I keep crystal ideas of
talent right up front, always at the ready when pen
is in hand.
Reporting rhythmic sounds in lyrics of elastic
music coming into sight, as lively anticipation grows
with every proposition, jumping straight into the
mix of poetry that I'm writing.
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