RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Almost to the end of the dance this afternoon,
having enjoyed every minute of music being
played by Neil and Larry.
Pleasurable and fun, full of energy, lifting
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Silently, the rain falls within me, cleansing my
intellect as it steadily renews my mind.
Refreshing it souly, giving a sense of achievement
as I reach deeply into senses of perception.
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Sticks in hands, music in mind, trafficking in
sublime melodies orchestrated innately from
interior talent and knowledge.
A way of expressing emotions and paths of speech
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Registering this night in a band playing many songs
and doing them well.
Focusing singularly on each one, bringing a definite
popularity to each one as we listen and applaud
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Living while dying, justifying the momentary
cycles throughout our time on earth.
Spectacular sights appearing quickly as I
find every picture being portrayed on screens
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Skies filled with many fluffy white clouds, looking
like God has had a pillow fight with the angels.

Clouds are thrown about, many of them piled atop each
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Reaching for the stars, getting star dust in my eyes.
Now just seeing the bright parts of life's essence.
A joyous priority of tonight's love, giving up heart
and soul, letting love consume and capture me for
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Energetically forming melodies out of instruments
being played in friendly tones of syncopation.
Following avenues of measured periods, filled with
notes and rests, playfully sounding the echoes of
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Selectively assorting thoughts and choosing mysterious
ones for now.
Wanting to solve mysteries in prose, taking them to
the limit and then some.
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