An Elixir Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Guitars playing and strumming their chords into this brain
with an uncanny delight in everything that I am thinking.

So everlasting, rhythms are completing me entirely, so
appreciated and livid with the images of life.

Taken in together with the fortitude of many picturesque
volumes of thought.

Always thinking in pictures, seeing every detail that life
gives to this mind.

An elixir for the turmoil and suffering of trials gone
through these 64 years of life.

Exercising rights in countless poems through them all,
so happy just to be who I want to be.