Imagining Thoughts In Pristine Colors

Catching onto rhythms that live within my being,
loving to feel them as they reach deftly into the
essence of my brain.

Intellect grasping and holding onto special graces
being perpetrated by the music I am listening so
intently to.

Finding that rhythms are constantly changing through-
out just one melody, yet it all fits so beautifully
together in a steady drum beat.

Nothing left but to imagine thoughts in pristine
colors and tones, tasting sights as they flow through
intellect.

Giving everything a place to be when writing poetry
in time to the rhythms of musical intensity.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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