Waterfalls Of Words Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reverberating throughout the night in the cafe,
rocking me back and forth, sending me into a
whirlwind of music.
Playing inside my mind with an intellect of beauty,
considering the talent of every day voices.

Words filling waterfalls, flowing gently by,
turbulently over the edge, leaving rocks behind,
forming ledges to catch my breath on.

Gently, moving swiftly as the current matching the
rhythm of my soul takes me downstream, into white
rapids of turmoil.

Feeling the intensity of each and every note being
played in instruments of wonder and beautiful
strident motions.

Leaving all tones along the river's edges, coming
back later to fish them out.
Taking all turns and bringing them around.