Sliding Along Edges Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sliding Along Edges

Rating: 5.0

Languid, solo, nothing to limit or set up obstructions in this brain for it's always open and absorbing every note into a photographic memory.

Music now beginning to rush and charge quietly into the night, leaving no room for sadness or sorrow for a positive placating feeling eases all stress and turmoil.

Sliding along edges of pathways that're being creating as this pen silently inks its way across each line, no apprehension at all.

Feeling totally relaxed as an evaporative coolness flows upward exuding an intense positive energy in designs and patterns of musical measures.

Grasping and holding onto mind and intellect, never letting go, a lifeline that has served this mere poet's will all through life.

Dr. Antony Theodore 22 January 2021

Grasping and holding onto mind and intellect, never letting go, How the poetic process develops. tony

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Ruta Mohapatra 27 January 2022

Congratulations on poem of the day, RoseAnn!

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 27 January 2022

Music can fuel the mind to weave poetry. Poetry transforms itself to music. A beautiful poem of great insight.

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 27 January 2022

get it, grast it, hug it- that's intellectualism lives in the super excellent madness!

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Chima Ononogbu 27 January 2021

A really nice composition. Thanks.

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Indira Renganathan 27 January 2021

A beautiful poem on the power of ic indeed a therapy for mind 5*****

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