RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Again, watching as I sit noticing how the workers are
actually working as a team.
Because I think the women are not here, it's their
day off.
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Alive with a silent verve of life keeping me on a
particular level of peace.
Soothing, softly taking me towards a horizon where
suffering will end and leave me far from sorrow's
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Finally listening to beautiful scents of melody's
moods, timing life with it's musical scores, and
bringing an austere solace to my mind.
Figuratively existing in a space of rhythm,
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Touching my soul with a musical wand of pleasure,
taking me on a journey of insatiable desire.
Feeling an intense burning of my mind, as innate
talent steps out and takes over through writing,
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Memories thought of out loud as sorrow wends it's
way through avenues of my mind.
Twinging tiny moments of past glory and happiness,
melting them onto my brain as I constantly think
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Lively steps brought about by music
and it's steady beat, taking us by
the mind and heart out onto the
dance floor.
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Silent sorrow drifts upon shores of mental anguish,
taking minds on journeys of remembering through
curtains of tears.
Realizations of past people gone forever from our
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Some people's irascibility is violent, touching a
misanthropy of major proportions.
Wondering how they became to be this way, if it
was the way they were brought up, taught by their
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Trying hard to be alone and write, people keep coming
up to me wanting to talk.
Preferring solitude, being polite, making small talk
and then getting right back to being alone, free
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Forgotten dreams sometimes reoccur, reminding you of
the times when you were open to their temptations.
Now, watching them again, reliving the feelings you
had back then, wanting to recapture the youth encased
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