Regulating Interior Symphonies Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strumming chords of my interior piano like a guitar,
just to see and hear the differences in tone and
texture of their sounds.

Lively, vibrant, E flat minor tones filling me with
the sadness of loss as they reach fever pitch and
then drop back down.

Deftly regulating interior symphonies through my
intellect, giving measures of time to recollect
memories of yesterday's freedom.

Allowing it to be sustained throughout this life,
perfecting rhythms, continuing to find expectations
higher than normal.