Many Inconceivable Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Recognizing the sound of colors as they fall from rhythms
while playing their lilting melodies and walking on their
hands in imagination.

Freely moving to and fro without boundaries or limitations,
exercising mind, intellect, heart and soul as rhythms go up
and down interior measures of tomorrow.

Looking at their visions while writing many inconceivable
moments into prose every day and through the night, never
giving up a single moment.

Wanting to continually be writing, keeping time with every
detail throughout the years, finding peace and tranquility
doing what is loved so totally and explicitly in this life.