Soul Feeling A Moment Of Imminent Loss Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Music that normally picks up spirits, keeps putting it down in
cadences that won't speed up or get excited, soul feeling left
on the wayside of a moment of imminent loss.

Walking along, hoping to find measures that will pick up tempos,
bringing mind into and out of a revolving door, wanting to have
more rhythms that pick one up, never to be let down again.

Stepping into platforms of another time, waiting for that perfect
essence of a natural beat to be lit afire in order to bring an
intense lightened knowledge into existence.