RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Smoothing out wrinkles in life's bountiful laundry with steaming remarks of anger.
Stinging the air with a shot of vibrant taste in the most wanted desires.
Quitting the rat race for peace of mind, letting go of the past triggers as they shoot themselves off into space, never to bother me again on earth.
Relieved now to be rid of all the chastisement.
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Swooning in melodies, thinking of a full moon
in the darkness of yesterday's evening.
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All instruments playing in symphonies of intellect,
each one touching particles that are brought to life,
sparked by the enlightenment of their touch.
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Reaching for ropes to pull me across chasms of life.
Hoping to hold on and not fall into the abysses
created by suffering during life's trials.
Soundly taking everything by the horns and committing
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Strumming my mind like an acoustic guitar, hitting perfect pitches as I free fall from heights beyond earth's atmosphere.
Holding onto the experiences, recalling them when needed inside a poem.
Coasting like snow down the mountains, being pure and undefiled.
Feeling the scents of musical scores as they waft my way in melodies.
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Designs of flight pantomime what I'm thinking, helping me to soar to unknown heights.
Delving into clouds, filled with delta brain waves, exploring it's denizens through poetical episodes of music.
Alleviating any possibilities of existence turning it's back upon what reality has been refiguring.
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Sadness has been eased a little tonight as I talked with a
friend for a few minutes on the phone.

It's amazing how a person's stress level can be lowered by
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Reverberating throughout the night in the cafe,
rocking me back and forth, sending me into a
whirlwind of music.
Playing inside my mind with an intellect of beauty,
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Woe is falling around like hail from a hailstorm,
hitting me squarely in the heart, not letting me
escape it's sorrowful grasp.
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Rolling down streets full of cars,
taking people into realms of other dimensions,
feeling their ways in foggy mists of yesterday's memories.
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