Enticing Showers Of Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Softly entering this mind then rushing like crazy to stir this mind
and intellect like a rocket ship looking for a place to land.

Fantasies flowing, glossing over enticing showers of rhythms billow ing in the evening, a breeze touching edges of a wonderful imagery.

One that constantly takes this poet into an imaginational reality
that keeps right on going with the speed of a violin.

Its enchanting sounds and tempos reaching heights and depths of
intellect, showering and testing the strength of subconsciousness.