Holding An Experience Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Holding An Experience
Strumming my mind like an acoustic guitar, hitting perfect pitches as I free fall from heights beyond earth's atmosphere.
Holding onto the experiences, recalling them when needed inside a poem.
Coasting like snow down the mountains, being pure and undefiled.
Feeling the scents of musical scores as they waft my way in melodies.
Measuring distances of life we fall freely within them, having no fears.
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