Imprints Of Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Imprints Of Thoughts



Unable to sit still while music is playing behind me,
fingers tapping to unusual rhythms of intellect.

Capturing every tone as it soars past, lengthening
shadows falling upon this page as I write.

Leaving imprints of my thoughts lying here, being
gathered into another poem.

A live band reaching into depths of my soul, taking
me on a voyage into another land.

Reminders lying about, yet there is nothing familiar
that can be seen here.

Mood of an innate complacency, folding over my head,
taking my soul away spiritually.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015
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