Abstract Concept Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Honey tonking in the evening, beating to the rhythm
of a drum, as it keeps pace with a piano and guitar,
filling me with vibrations of enticement.

Creating the atmosphere of another time from the past,
living in the rapid beats and tempos as they traipse
down memory lane.

Touching memories of my heart, tolerating the times
in between with a resignation that grows within until
these intense rhythms go out of their way.

Bringing much pleasure as they enter intellect, a very
precise and totally concise abstract concept being en-
larged as my mind finds paths into rhythmical depths.

All of the notes reuniting themselves in history of
tomorrow as I relive every beat through a photographic
memory in intellect.

Showering me with translucent patterns and designs,
filling me with evaporative colors in the misty haze
of tomorrow's horizon.