Musical Episodes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fiddling in my mind with Italian phrases and songs,
melodies touching gently, playing joyous rhapsodies.

Alive, vibrancy stirring within, loosening tightholds
over interior images, spreading them throughout life,
to be used at any time in the future.

Quiet respite filling now inside, shutting out many
recriminations and doubts.

There's no longer room for anything except that of
poetry and it's beautiful musical episodes from now on.