RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Dreams silently creep into inner emotions,
subconsciously entering neurons of a
grieving brain.
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Minor chords of reality quiver and tremble, touching depths
and abysses of sorrow's lengths.

Coarsing music along ocean waves, cresting, ebbing, crashing
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Listening to vibrations echoing from depths beyond life,
filing them into poems, inspired by intellectual desires.

Side-stepping byways most traveled down, rushing headlong
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Empty seats sitting before me, watching,
waiting expectantly for a reason to be
filled before the night is over.
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Silent memories, echoing past days of
loving and promises of future beginnings.
Turning me around, taking me from death's
doorstep to a compilation of yesterday's
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Speculating on another time, rehearsing
remarks made and answers hesitantly given.
Unwritten words, settling for extremes of
open-ended conversations.
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A timid woman, nervous, yet unafraid to
take the microphone in front of a small crowd.
Voice gently singing in time with her heart.
Letting the beauty of her soul emanate in a
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Photographic memories being sorted through over the years.

Watching moments cross visions in pictures, precious to a
heart, allowing a bittersweet love to suddenly appear in
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Raking memories into piles,
waiting to be jumped in and
remembered for the happiness
they once were when young.
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Taking a walk with rhythm in hand,
holding the melody with an aspiring beauty.
Guiding the way, leading a musical harmony
that elevates and touches the hearts of many.
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