Sounds Of Color Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

All ages and nationalities out on the dance floor while
a poet silently sits here at the table writing poetry as
its being translated through rhythms.

Ones that are coded with equations, letting sounds of color
travel back and forth across the room, everyone dancing glee-
fully.

Smiles on their happy faces, stepping to rhythm's beats,
sounding fully in people's brains, touching its pleasure
center, giving a poet more exciting sounds than most.