Intense Servitude Of Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking this way through measures of music, never missing a
beat, feeling rhythms as they grasp mind and intellect with
an intense servitude, believing in the existence of life.

As they seemingly take charge somehow through being beaten
from and upon drums, locating tense and emotional stress
walking this way into depths of other dimensions.

As life is being captured in notes, tones, and sounds of color
exploding all around us, even though most people can't here them,
because they're not on or in the same dimension this poet's in.

Feelings being generated in fast-paced rhythms, leading this
mere poet down pathways of an insistent melody that captures
an interior spirit.