RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Eagles of midnight flow over me, soaring into the
heights above.
Disappearing before I can hold them in my mind, a
beautiful sight also eluding me.
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Beating the beats of rhythm, letting them lead
and guide me through all the pitfalls in life.
Noticing that nothing can be exited from an
atmosphere of imagination, unless it's under-
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Washing ashore, with seashells tumbling over one
another, scraping against my ankles as I wade deeper
into ocean depths.
Salted water curling around my being as I go deeper
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Filled with emotion fighting to get out, wanting to
be freed and explored in discoveries of the mind.
Letting loose an intense desire to be the center of
attention, yet never really wanting to be.
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Cowboy hat, drifting just above the bar, a gentleman
sitting beneath it in a lonely stupor.
Having nothing in life, but the glass of beer held
tightly in his hand.
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Syncopating rhythms flowing steadily into the night.
Not letting me go, keeping me still in a darkened
interior where I can think of nothing except
yesterday's past as it's brought forward into the
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Smoothly sensing an intense desire to move in
rhythm with my love as we fall in love all over
again.
Strolling down lanes of tomorrow, we hold hands
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Falling into abysses of midnight alone, no one there
to catch me.
Stars scattered around as I notice their points,
tearing at me, breaking my being's spirit.
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Shining into the night, stars beckoning to move into
the light.
Stepping faster than lightening, keeping time with
the music.
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Drawing from imagination, listening to it's rhythms
as they pour into my soul continually.
Peace descends, filling my soul with an invitation
of pure joy.
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