Taunted In Secret Spaces Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to children laughing and playing, having a
great time in tempos of liveliness, giving enlighten-
ment a chance to perform alone.

Moving into the energy of this night of music, being
taunted in secret spaces of another future vision,
its puzzle pieces lying all over the ground.

Picking them up one by one, placing them into a frame,
wanting to see how they are formed into pictures that
will have meaning and common sense.

Playing with this mind as it schedules quietly into
the future, a picture made from many different rhythms as
living continues to happen with or without us wanting to.