Unexhaustable Aroma Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to notes climb up and down, going faster and
faster, making my fingers fly, playing the piano in my
mind while writing rapidly with my right hand.

Rhythms filling me with pleasure and rhymes, nothing
else to be heard now in the middle of this night, music
drumming with a whining sounding instrument.

Rotating and conceiving the birth of another poem right
this minute, allowing persistent, rhythmical staccato
beats to take me into dense forests of India.

There I find life becoming simpler, easing the stress
and strain of daily living, an unexhaustable aroma now
filling the atmosphere.

Going where this mind dares to travel, wending it's way
through the culmination of innate talent rooted within
the undergrowth of an intelligent being of a poetical
stature.