Solitary Participation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Drums beating, tempting rhythms taking me into a steady
atmosphere of music, playing with notes and tones, toss-
ing them back and forth through imagination.

Having a grand time, so deeply and intensely filled with
music, nothing to interrupt or cause any problems as I
continue to write and never stop.

Music keeps on playing, drums drumming, a wonderful way
to live life in the beauty of it all, finding that nature
and humanity are both a huge part of it.

Rhapsodies climbing, pulling me into heights of a solitary
participation of harmony, a lightened feeling of joy and
elation.

Both touching upon the union of intellect with imagination,
reality stepping up, filling empty spaces with prose that
takes up with new ideas.

Using them in sidestepping of thoughts, following beats of
drums as they continue to slow to a stop, leaving this mind
bereft, hoping they begin beating again.