Giving Poetry A Voice Of Its Own Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mind, fingers and intellect blending tones and sounds together,
a waterfall flowing into pools below, giving poetry a voice of
its own.

Exuberantly touching the best parts of this poetical life, going
up and down canyons and ravines as rhythms run rapidly into prose,
leaving nothing untouched.

Yet, being filled with an amazing amount of pleasure and enjoyment,
clocks of time becoming irrelevant when it comes to listening to
music and its rhythms.