Quicksand Of Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Intense sounds of music folding and unfolding ideas rapidly,
choosing which ones are to be used first in a poem.

Violins strumming their strings, quickly taking this mind
solely into the quicksand of rhythms.

Not letting intellect escape until it takes each one of the
concepts newly formed and created into it's photographic memory.

Placing them upon a screen where they can be seen like a video
to make sure they go perfectly with rhythms already coded in
poetry.