RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Bouquets of roses capture my mind, setting it free,
allowing their beautiful scents to roam, smelling
their exquisite perfume on a serene morning of
reminiscence.
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Even though I'm grown and on the edge of my life,
I still think of a little boy I baby sat when I
was eleven.
Blonde hair, blue eyes, a tiny little two-year
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Tears rocking and rolling through my musical mind,
tending to rhythms of my heart in sublime concentration.
Renditions of yesterday's love play constantly in videos
of sound, as life bounces to and fro with the passing of
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Life is a hazard filled with many pitfalls, troubles
and grief, yet we must walk through it all in order
to live our days on earth.
Crutches are sometimes used, when sorrow hits us
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A myriad of feelings travel over and into a space
of time, collecting thoughts to go with them on
separate journeys over desert plains on earth.
Worthwhile events bringing together moments spent
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Straight as an arrow to everyone's hearts, brother and
sons sharing his life with us all.
A talented musician, a creative man, a very special
person to everyone he met.
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Thinking while listening causes writing to begin it's
circuit through my brain.
Lively, anticipating joyful interludes of contemplation
as life revolves around this space in time.
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Swirling tendencies flow continuously as music
perforates my spirit, setting me free to
discover all facets of my imagination's livelihood.
Permeating neurons of my brain, keeping me alive
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Pounding rhythms beating incessantly throughout an
hour of abandonment.
Enlightening moods and thoughts, bringing them into
higher domains above earth, daydreaming of beautiful
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Stepping into future shores of life, attempting to fit
styles unknown before.
Allowing a freedom and independence to form bonds with
my soul.
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