Ruffling Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently singing words of every song in my head
as I continue to be immersed in musical rhythms
while writing poetry.

Thoroughly being within coded rhythms no matter
which way they happen to go, forwards, backwards,
in and out of memory folders and spheres.

Alive and vibrant with energy that never ceases,
coming from within intellect and innate talent,
ruffling many moments being touched rhythmically.

Nothing to interfere, mind blocking out every-
thing here at Buddy Stubbs, sitting here in the
warm Arizona sun, outdoors.