RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Memories from fifth grade, in a classroom in New Jersey.
A classmate named Dorothy, her little brother always
coming to our room, singing 'Tea for two' for all of us.
A wonderful musical memory kept over the years, safely
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Wiggling into life, motion flowing through their beings
in a syncopated rhythm.
Alone with objective thoughts, watching fluidly - dancers
stepping in time to beats in measures of notes.
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Soothing voice, gently taking my mind on
a rendezvous with yesterday.
Fulfilling memories once again with senses
touching, bringing feelings to the surface,
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Wandering earth, gathering peace with nowhere to hide.
Sailing over oceans with a freedom and liberty of
yesterday's grace.
Swiftly flying with feelings of spirituality, taking
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Dancers fluidly moving to rhythmic beats,
swaying, waving, anticipating next steps
with ease.
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Singing a song of long ago,
a Valentine's day,
sweetheart lyrical song.
Enjoying himself immensely,
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Naturally through our realities we move forward onto plains
of discovery and articulate endeavors.
Stiffly, we move ahead, finding our places in copeasedic
environments, thrilling to our feelings of achievement.
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Blaring into the sunset, energy felt through necessary
rhythm of interior sadness and joy.
Joining forces subconsciously, holding hands with
destiny and fate, hoping to maintain a semblance of
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Sitting on boxes of rhythm as they exude tantalizing motions
of melody.
Finalizing particular sensations of serenity, folded in two
and set in closets of infinity.
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Listening to sounds in the atmosphere,
identifying their pitch and intensity
with a perfect tone.
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