RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Drawing pictures in my mind, as music paints them with colorful attitudes and meaningful words.
Giving of myself in dirges, holding me through all the sadness of my youth.
Living in depths of lonely abandonment, existing in this nether world with only my poetry to keep me whole and intact.
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Birds calling from inner imagination, getting my undivided attention as I see them hiding among the leaves and branches being created through Chopin's music.
All being held captive in beautiful panoramic views, designed exclusively for interpretation into poetry.
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Traveling westerly, tasting nickel coffees and rib-eye steaks.
Enjoying rodeos and ranch rides throughout desert trails and back.
Returning along route 66, silently lurking in a car of yesterday, a chrysler, holding our family, engrossed in the scenery as we traveled together across country from New Jersey to Phoenix, Arizona.
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Thinking of my friend, W. knowing we were placed in each other's lives, not for a short time, but for our lifetimes together.
Meant to frustrate each other, purposely pushing one another to go beyond our sights, let go of our hidden fears and dislikes, so we may become whole within our souls for an eternity.
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Fanning rhythms in succession, giving them a breath of fresh air as they sing from a voice, sitting and enjoying karaoke night.
All eyes upon her, listening carefully, knowing that their turns will be coming up soon.
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Sensing someone beyond sight as a song is being sung from when she was still living on earth, herself.
Quiet intensity holding my mind as I remember the exacting perfect pitch she used to sing in.
A woman remaining in memory for being crazy loving you.
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Watching visions of yesterday progress in succession,
taking me along winding roads, over rough trails and
into ocean's depths where intellect abides, giving me
hope to keep moving forward.
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Traveling highways with empty hearts, carrying feelings in cartons of styrofoam, so as not to defile them.
Turning interiorly, looking closely at who I am, and where I'm going, finding no answers as yet, and hope continues to stay alive for the time being.
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Darkening lights, simmering in ebony twilight,
watching daylight disappear right before their
eyes.
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Strings holding thoughts, tying them down to earth to keep them from floating away into depths of the universe or outer space.
Catching every phrase as it falls into my mind, illuminating the clues needed to explain the mysteries of an inner environment.
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