RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reciting words in a sing-song manner, tripping along
rhythms path, filling interiorly with graceful melody
and serene discipline.
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Embellishing life fruitfully with exciting bylines of
ecstasy pulling me forward into melodies of rhythmic
ideality.
Searching, traveling, picking up beautiful clues to
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Reality coercing music to strive for the night, exhausting
all endeavors to follow truths through moments against all
odds.
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Pain radiating through me, aching, dulling my brain,
taking me to thoughts I don't want right now.
Fizzling with disharmonious pain, creating instances of
adversity that I can't deal with now.
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Wandering wherever the music takes me,
going within this lonely shell of mine.
Weaving reasons through poetry,
and delighting in the words that become
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Diving into the sky, spread-eagled, falling quickly to earth.
Landscapes unfolding as I get closer to the end of my free fall, not really wanting to pull the rip chord just yet.
Wanting the experience of falling to last a little longer.
Eventually, letting the chute do it's job, as I hold the toggle lines and float to earth.
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Resting upon aging laurels, listening to an upbeat song being sung by a gentleman with a great voice.
Getting everyone to join in and smile.
Jotting down words from his memory, filling our heads with humorous laughter.
Being joyful and taking us all on a ride through rhythm and humor, making everyone have a great time at the Wagon Yard.
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