RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Figuratively swinging through life on a tire swing,
remembering what it was like to be a child growing
up.
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Tickling softly, ivories of my mind, letting music
filter through the silence, ethereally.
Cuddling closely, heart and soul move magically
across my mind, dancing to inner rhythms which are
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Sleeping soundly, listening to adaptations of heaven
as life drifts it's way.
Spirals revolving around sunbeams as I lay sleeping
peacefully.
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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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Slow and steady, reaching into depths of innocent
pastimes, catching emotions in pictures of yesterday.
Tell-tale signs of beautiful lasting love and it's
focus on tomorrow.
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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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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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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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