RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 55,434 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Playing Poetry - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently listening to Chopin, reaching out to his poetical
rhythms as they play my soul's harmony in depths of fantastic

Sideways and across, building to a crescendo then lowering
themselves to a whisper only I seem to hear.
Writing meanings to what I am hearing, fills me with

Awaiting to hear final products of imaginative music.
Losing myself in a bevy of cause and effect, carrying on to
realign chords and give them much more volume, so I can play
poetry along with the many instruments that I play.

Midnight sonatas built into etudes of E flat minor, taking
me on a tender voyage into heartache I always seem to have
near me.

Feeling emotions ever strengthening in my heart and soul,
accentuating the grieving hurts of all my yesterdays.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 30, 2013

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