Using Rhythmic Notes As Toys Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strolling down river banks, listening to a rhythm as it
tends to run away into the night looking for an expansive
site of rhythms.

Creating them through a creative process that enters into
side doors of this mind and intellect, feelings pouring
forth as each melody is being played.

Existing in the midst of a talented mind as it continues
to play among rhythms all through the night, rhythmic
notes being used as toys.

Enjoying feelings as they develop in bursts of laughter,
tending to ideas being spread across measures of time
and place, wringing the landscapes into the blue.