Three Nations Playing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Three nations being enticed to play one more song by
young girls in the audience, bouncing beats touching
mind and intellect.

Filling them with an effervescent taste of rhythm
that exercises our hearts and souls, wishing for
more of the same.

Touched by an excess of coded rhythms, never dying
down, just rising like oxygen in the atmosphere of
imagination.

Heartily living for and in between moments of each
measure, note and tempo as the night is finally
coming to an end.

So sad, not wanting to leave, wishing this night
could go back in time over and over again just to
hear muses of Three Nations playing.

Enticing this poetical mind, enjoying the moments
that have taken time and filled it with all these
pleasant sensations of life, nature and humanity.