Roping Ideas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Resting and roping in many ideas as music fills me with
a totality of rhythms, sparing no time, taking life into
this poetical mind with a perfect staccato beat.

Tempting and exciting me interiorly, giving an energy
that thrills and makes desires climb ever higher into
realms of another atmosphere.

Solitary and non-confining, each beat taking me further
away from earth, leaving me breathless and gasping for
air.

Loving this reminder of living that extends forward into
places of rhythm that stretching and pulling me into all
of tomorrow's possibilities.

Wayward thoughts being roped in and treasured in poetry
that will affect millions in the future, somewhere in the
world one day.