Racing Poetry Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Racing Poetry



Thinking and writing rapidly as I hear piano
ivories playing swiftly and exactly in my
musical mind apertures.
Enjoying their beauty, matching their rhythms
to explanatory words.
Creating adjectives appropriately as I race
along meanings and definitions, placing them-
selves in poetry for all time.

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