Unheard Sentences Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lethargically moving in time with a slow-paced rhythm,
helping me to lay back and relax.

All doubts and insincerity left behind in a bog where
none of it can touch me.

Listening tenderly to music of a tenor saxophone, as
it slithers in and out of mind, raking word, images
and ideas into piles where I can see and scatter them
to my heart's content.

Rhythms cajole and match themselves with unheard of
sentences, allowing everything to become on it's own.