Musical Measures

Racking brains with titillating touches of Cajun music.
Understanding not needed as long as the beat affects
the tempo of your being.
Becoming many measures of musical scores, talented
issues flow out untethered.
Freedom sets itself on pedestals of flowery scenery,
letting earthen blossoms fall down around every note.
Peace fills every neuron, sating all desires for quiet serenity on floors of heaven.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Comments (8)

Nice poem! Well written.
Nice poem. I like it
Love-struck. I relish the poem's well-wrought imagery.
I hear the very ash sigh down among the flowers of brass. good one.
(without cigarette on fire i can still smell you much more if you put your lips to mine) very realistic poem.
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