RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Finding Mysteries - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Trilling memories into my mind, like a clarinet telling
rhythms, finding their sources to relieve interior sad-
ness of yesterday.
Seeing mysteries of life as they appear on photographic
screens, holding answers to the energy of intellect that
is never tired.
Always being awakened by music and it's rhythm, time
marching on, giving vibrant and lively thoughts like an
instrument playing newly composed music.
Filling intellect full of ideas as they culminate in
depths of unreserved poetical thoughts, full of poetical
rhythms and melodies of life.
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