Listening To Tempos Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Listening To Tempos
Walking down alleys, listening to tempos as they continue
to play my mind, falling like raindrops on a silvery day,
touching my mind with their moistness, happily taking in-
tellect into the fray.
Surprise and wonder touching my soul, bringing it closer
to the Divine where God keeps me safe and protected, noth-
ing able to bother or hurt me, watching as faith and hope
keep growing exponentially.
Both night and day, exploding sounds titillating interiorly,
no one can see it happening, yet my being turns everything
into poetry which I continue to write and share here on
poemhunter.com.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/1/2024 10:51:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
MY BEING TURNS EVERYTHING INTO POETRY. That is, as we say, the Alpha and Omega of your poetry - It begins in the interior of your being where all the potential resides - the virtues, moral and spiritual; then the written forms in your long lined stanzas tumble into the world to be read and heeded; finally, they are archived - at POEMHUNTER, in publications, in your readings and in the minds of your readers, like me. Perhaps it is premature to speak of an Omega point!