Drumstick Rythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms of drumsticks adding to the staccato sounding
repertoire being played, touching and taking mind and
intellect into a pool below an interior waterfall.

An essence of an everlasting melody of grace, energiz-
ing this poet on the road of life and destiny, a fore-
bearing insistence being opened.

Letting in an array of ideas, thoughts and definitions
of the world around, nothing to stop nor stand in the
way at all.

Efforts traveling down solo paths that exist for this
poet alone, surpassing self each and every day, loving
the wonder and beauty that's incessantly being placed.

Watching photographic screens, listening to the mind's
openness, honesty spilling out upon the world today,
thoughts scattered and thrown around.

Now they're being brought together in order to create
values through music and rhythms, a total commitment
to the passion and desire of this mere poet's soul and
spirit, a lovely gift from above.