Sliding Along Edges Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Languid, solo, nothing to limit or set up obstructions in this brain for it's always open and absorbing every note into a photographic memory.

Music now beginning to rush and charge quietly into the night, leaving no room for sadness or sorrow for a positive placating feeling eases all stress and turmoil.

Sliding along edges of pathways that're being creating as this pen silently inks its way across each line, no apprehension at all.

Feeling totally relaxed as an evaporative coolness flows upward exuding an intense positive energy in designs and patterns of musical measures.

Grasping and holding onto mind and intellect, never letting go, a lifeline that has served this mere poet's will all through life.