RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Turning into rhythms of motion that circle this poet
in an array of colors from rainbows of past sadness
and sorrow.
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Enthusiastically roaming alone in dusty trails of a
western frontier, getting feelings of yesterday's
moods and attitudes.
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Waving to rhythms of tomorrow, knowing they will be born
within poems that are being written, responding interior-
ly to a spirituality that has been within this being.
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Checking in on this traveling rhythm, keeping up with its
tempo, pacing everything to measures of time and its heart-
warming chords continuing to play every moment of time.
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Watching shadows moving on the walls, no destination for
they cannot move unless the one who's shadow it is moves
out and into the world once again.
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Drums beating individual rhythms in the night, enticing
us into a current of music flowing through our beings,
taking us well into the wonder of being alive.
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Riding in the saddle of a becoming horizon, loving the
scenery as it flows past, going down the road of being.

A lasting impression that always takes over, giving an
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Ready to become the music tonight, letting it touch
and rearrange attitudes of living, enjoying feelings
it adorns this being with.
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Leaving heartaches and loss of life on sidelines
along the way, as many thoughts hold onto the
energy of living.
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Many people wander through their lives, wanting more
from it, yet never really striving for anything, just
wasting their lives away.
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