Ancient Waves Of Rhythm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Motown being brought into the mix, rhythms jumping around
to beating of this poetical heart and mind.

Sensational and divergent, having new meanings in the end,
tossing and turning in ancient waves of rhythms.

Ones that kick up their heels in unison, finding that
balance is being improved in rhythms of music being played.

Energetically falling upon minds as they find themselves
wrapped up like Christmas presents with no where to go.

Having dancers on the floor, wanting only to be upon the
wave lengths in time as the music continues to play.