RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

A harmonizing figure of music
being played in perfect pitch
by a heart-felt fellow,
coming close to heaven as his
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Relaxing in a smooth song of young love,
remembering the days when we were promising
to love someone forever.
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Felt in sympathy for the loss of Andy Williams,
Sam plays 'Moon River' on his harmonica.
In tune with sorrow felt at his passing,
everyone sings along, hoping to pay him tribute
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Rising above the grief of death, I sit in stillness,
quietly reminiscing about yesterday's love of family.
Resting heads on silken pillows, I touch days that
are now lost in death's embrace.
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Aerial views of life settle into
pictures of beautiful times had when younger.
Cantering to tunes of many expectations,
taking the best of both worlds - there's no
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Moonlit trees, reflecting a mood of silent adversity,
waiting in corners of my mind.
Taking steps to remember days of old as they try to
be forgotten in times of lonely sorrow.
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Hanging upside down, looking
at nature from a different angle.
Searching for something I've not
seen before.
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Harmonizing rhythm's, bringing them
into line with lyrics being sung.
A familiar song being played with
sincere acceptance of musical quality.
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Shallowly hurting by the images I grew up with and cling to all of my life.
Beseeching inner prayers, hoping to hear their answers before I fall into sorrow's deepest ocean, alone and forgotten.
Soul searching for a love lost long ago, unable to find the way back to it's enlightenment of yesterday.
No more answers to be given as love is laid to rest and forgotten beneath a slab of stone.
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Reaching for emotional contents, letting them flow, erupting into a puddle left on a sidewalk one day.
Sorrow spilling across the floor, as Sam plays his harmonica in grief of silent undertakings, ground to pieces of emptiness left alone in the dark.
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