Musical Colors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strutting along to the sound of musical colors shooting
through intellect, taking steps towards a more perfect
life, wondering if it can ever be attained.

Lifting spirits to the energy of each tempo, giving
special landscapes priority in poetry being written,
lonely eyes keeping track of another time and place.

Trying to reach and hold on with a rhythmic tone of
pleasure, synching itself with tempos of waves coming
and going, leaving their sounds upon the sand, ringing
in poetical ears of poets around the world.