RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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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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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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Darkening lights, simmering in ebony twilight,
watching daylight disappear right before their
eyes.
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Costly prices of existence turn inside out as they
co-exist with future horizons.

Figuring patterns hiding beneath coverlets of
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Prophets of doom stand around in dark corners,
professing ends of earth as if it's a bad thing.
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Swirling beneath sorrow, drowning in a desert oasis,
left alone with meager thoughts to keep me company.
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Evenings come upon me, darkness closes in with starlight
twinkling above me, sharing their faith with my soul.
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Melodies hugging my mind, helping me to taste life's
essence and bereavement.

Bittersweet, as it touches aspects of writing, showing
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Listening to my heart speak in tongues of sorrow,
talking to God with soulful prayers.
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