Violins Playing Across Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strings of violins in rhythms settled deeply within,
playing across memories that are stirred up religious-
ly just to blend and find new thoughts to write about.

Limber and agile mind and intellect keep focusing in-
teriorly upon what remains good and joyful in this
earthly life.

Listening alone, in a bluened light, a secret world of
my own, establishing a repertoire through thoughts,
ideas and concepts.

Bringing to life an imaginational reality to share with
people all over the world through poetry being written
by this mere poet.