Circles Of Coded Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Moving into circles of each coded rhythm, feeling the passion
as it grows into natural dimensions of this earth, wandering
down pathways that open up.

Being under the influence of melodies that flow like a river
down rapids that give forth an excitement and thrill as life
comes through dust storms along edges of this arid desert.

On many plateaus mountains reach for the sky, holding this
mind and spirit in the wonder and beauty of awesome beats
like the wind blowing into this night.

So lonely, yet rhythms pick up this heart and spirit through
captivating and beautiful landscapes that never still this
heart, taking its spirit into an interior dimension as this
special rhythm goes into overtime just to take this poet away.