Moist Sense Of Loss And Grief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sensing something happening below sounds of rhythms as they
soar and fly out into the atmosphere freely and at liberty
to do whatever they feel like in measures of chords.

Time rising into the mix, now blending quickly with a moist
sense of loss and grief as it follows heartaches of the past,
bringing them into the present whether or not they prefer to.

Lightening quickly flashing, striking across mind and intell-
ect without focusing, letting loose wherever they happen to
strike, measuring them in lengths of imagination.