RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Mind Pictures - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
How lovely is everything I see standing before me.
Nothing to mar it's beauty as I stare intently,
getting pictures in my mind to write about.
Softly my heart fills with joy, slowly it seems
to seep into my chest - then explodes into my mind
as Beethoven speaks to me through his intense music -
helping to feel all these things I see.
As a little child, looking at everything, always
wondering - full of curiosity - full of loving for
all that I could see and feel around me.
Violins play inside my mind and dance around my head,
as I see images full and bright and many, causing
ideas to tumble and fall out here for you to read.
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