Longing Being Quenched Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reacting to fast-paced rhythms of Lennard
Skinner, rolling along and having fun with
it's tempo.

Longing being quenched in an insatiable
beat, music totally enticing, keeping me
awake.

Noticing wonderful times that my mind is
having without even trying, a delectable,
and enjoyable session of poetical notes.

Taking me into the character of tomorrow
so that I may become through tantalizing,
incorrigible mysteries of midnight.

Covering steps of every measure like a
metronome, having an easy time keeping up
with the rhythms.

Fulfilling passion with an interior essence
that is keeping me going every day.