Animated Rhythm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to music from India, building itself within
intellect totally and selectively.

Creating an extraordinary amount of ideas, sliding
about, watching sparks of light being filtered against
lightening strikes hitting all sides of my mind.

Loving the colors that are being braided along with
thoughts spiraling about.

Wonderful and beautiful sights being seen and written
down, joyfully taking part in beats of each measure.

Beating drums, steady and even, never missing a note,
significant and accepted into intellect.

Being a totally animated rhythm that fills my brain
with it's essence as I write poetry.