Depths Of An Extraordinary Atmosphere Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Writing in the desert, having found an oasis here at Outlaws, Cold Front band playing our senses in melodies of joy and fun, bringing laughter into circles of happiness.

Taking everything in the grasp of what can be told only in rhythms musically being played innately, learning from its total innate knowledge and wisdom.

Racing, beating feelings of sorrow and sadness out into the wilderness, far away from being in depths of an extraordinary atmosphere.

One where only a few people can ever attain in this temporary world, learning and and playing to steps created then developed into mysterious melodies.

All of them taking place in a silent interior contemplation, having the time of life in rhythms in measures of music climbing a mountain right before us.

Totally being inspired while living to write another poem for people to read all over this world, all involving a fascinating interior imaginational reality.