RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Bright-sounding lights illuminating the night with many
beautiful rainbow colors, matching melodies and rhythms
that are being played tonight.
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Lights blinking off and on, gesturing to a creative
mind from a reflection that stares inside of the
Wagon Yard.
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Doing an Irish jig here at the Wagon Yard, a country-
western bar and restaurant, feeling the joy of Irish
music as it enlightens our minds, hearts and souls.
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Leaving narrow and ordinary routes in life, preferring
the roughshod dirt roads that lie outside of the usual
terrain.
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Chasing memories in a bar, drinking up a storm,
wishing that saddened feelings wouldn't raise
their head.
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Kicking back, living it up, finding things to sing about,
feeling emotions that take us on roller coaster rides
throughout life.
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Strobe lights circling, sparkling in a sphere above us,
making wires look like they have little colorful bugs
and caterpillars crawling along them.
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Bending back time in measures of melodies as they grow
and expand in realms of intellect, checking out intell-
ectual borders that have been set up.
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Moments of time open up when we least expect them to,
scattering thoughts into outer space, changing their
lifetime pathways into another avenue of living.
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Moods of sadness and sorrow set in sometimes, coming
from out of the blue, lying in forests of reminiscence,
life trails turning and twisting through mountains.
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