Collective Senses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Aimlessly wandering down pathways of a mind, coinciding with a
painting, hanging on the wall.

A scene of beauty, a little Italian town of serenity sitting
on a countryside of intellect, reposing gently in my mind.

Landscape filled with Italian spruce trees, touching souls
with their epic embraces.

Silence surrounding the atmosphere with solace on a breath-
taking vision of memory, held checkingly inside, grasping
my heart with collective senses of yesterday's peaceful
existence.