Playing Violinly Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Crostics of antiquity, piling atop memories kept in
cages of remorse so living can be rehearsed even when
no reason exists.
Plenty of grief can be held in check as life grows
around itself, fulfilling promises of honesty and
truth while watching facets of knowledge pledge them-
selves with faith in God.
Placing puzzles of creativity into images of exacting
creativity and peace, lasting forever on nature's
shores, always touching edges of my mind with bliss.
Energetically blowing across waves of effervescent
illumination onto plains of desert visions, violinly
playing heartstrings of my mind on calm sadness days
of yore.