Playing Interior Chords Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Playing Interior Chords



Wandering down to the seashore in visions of my mind,
watching waves rising and crashing, dealing blows to
turmoil stirring inside.

Listening to waves sitting still and silent, not
wanting to disturb the atmosphere that I'm in and
being blessed by quiet peace and serenity.

Spacious, generous, beautiful and free, a liberty
of innate talent residing within, nothing able to bother
this interior universe, keeping me safe from the outside
world.

Placed inside spiritually, contemplating beauty of what
I am seeing creatively through intellect, enjoying play-
ing chords of interior life, senses being awakened and
used in poetical writing.

Sunday, May 24, 2015
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