Mischievious Poem Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Starting with beginnings of every tempo, letting it
tantalize my brain, knowing that poetry will be forth-
coming, no effort, always at my beck and call.

Shouting and yelling, raising a fuss just for the fun
of it, yet remaining quiet out loud, only my poetry
tempting you who read this poem to follow and do what
ever happens to be written.

Laughing, finding it to be great fun, because no one
will know that you are just reading the instructions
I've written in a poem.

Raise your hands, clap them, spin around like a child,
march in place, tap someone on the shoulder, giggle
uncontrollably, then suddenly stop, feeling the fun as
you look at the puzzled looks on people's faces.

What a great way to unfold your personalities by letting
your spirits go, afterwards feeling lighter, more in
tune with your spirituality, feeling a total change within.

This is my playful and inner mischievous child, playing
with your minds as you read this poem because I can, and
you continue reading it because you cannot help yourself.