Perfect Sense Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stationing self in a place of quiet stillness, able to see
in every direction, watching people in many dimensions toss-
ing rhythms about.

Plenty of thoughts racing into waterfalls of my mind, want-
ing to be heard silently in a poem or two, fascinating and
triggering messages coming to light.

Staggering or wavering steadily and attentively flowing,
intuition carefully placing each one into lines of flower-
ing blossoms.

Always taking care to treat them with kindness as they tend
to be fragile at times, a perfect sense of time through each
rhythm.

Tempos staccatoely beating against intellect, creating a fas-
cinating composition, notes pouring out onto pages within
hidden poetry journals being written incessantly.