Past Ideas Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Bubbles blowing through the atmosphere, soaring into
rhythms of another time.

Past ideas taking life into many ravines of landscapes
and out of the underground where they've been hidden.

Quiet and still, reaching the very intimate interior
of my life, tantalizing and enticing the essence of
tones spreading themselves in the pits of my being.

Always withstanding the total emotions holding me in
their grasp forever.