Yesterday's Pioneers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pioneers of yesterday walking into minds of today's musicians and writers of poetry, calming wonder into an inquisitive voice asking questions in every measure of music as its played to melodies, wandering into the silence of this evening.

Playing and enjoying the energy as it begins and ends in this open mind, looking forward to the excitement and feelings of an extraordinary place in time, reaching for the best in measures of ancient days.

Pulling everything into the mix as life answers the call when rhythms begin beating and taking mind and intellect away into far away rhythms hoping they'll bring more beats into the atmosphere where little if any can understand or belong.

This essence and purpose of energy taking and placing it right in the middle of an eventual dimension where all is going to be forgiven one day, steadily and incessantly moving, farther into depths of an eternal contemplation.

Hurrying, not pausing as melodies enter passageways and tunnels of tomorrow's visions after being taken wholly onto stages of what will become in harmonies adjusting and developing in desires being filled.

Fiery embers still awaiting to get in the full force where life cannot enter, fortunes building even now, so beautifully in this space of time, placing energy onto photographic screens tonight.