Walking Rhythms On A Leash Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking rhythms on a leash, wanting to keep them reined in
so they can be taken into new corners of this mind, turning
notes and tones onto shores where waves keep crashing.

Not letting anything go without having a logical reason for
doing so, a lasting impression being expressed in calendars
of tomorrow.

A future that will materialize somehow in a bluened light of
the Divine, rushing quickly and rapidly alone, wanting to ride
into the sunset.

Just a lonely cowboy wanting a place to rest his head, riding
on while talking rhythms continue to plague his mind, not
allowing it to happen.