RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Slow and steady, looking straight into this open mind,
finding particular rhythms that have stood the test of
time.
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Walking deeply into intuitive insights that have always
been seen in visions throughout the years, a beautiful
testament to an artistic and poetical life.
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Sound and whirr of the engine as it rounds every bend
in the road of life, tracking all moments that have
been lived through.
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Guitars wailing into the night, as time runs around
the face of a clock, traipsing through measures of
time.
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Traveling around, head in the clouds, mind reaching
for the stars above, wanting something different
than all the times before in corridors of a lifetime.
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Jumping joyously in the darkness, instruments playing
to this interior spirit, lifting it into runways of
heavenly abodes.
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Writing throughout this night, atmosphere turned into a
midnight canopy in order to capture the beauty that dares
not alight upon the surface of this earth during daylight.
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Music being fiddled on a violin, taking us into the sky
above country roads, never tiring of the natural scenery
as we travel beyond it.
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Rhythms running over landscapes, trying to keep up with
rhythms that just refuse to stop, wanting to continue
to race all the way through this life.
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Drumming, letting beats go up and down, never retreating,
going faster than ever, wanting to find the essence of
desires and passion.
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