RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Learning how other women cope with their husbands when
they have Alzheimer's or dementia, the many things they
have tried.
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Walking through moments that are being remembered along
the way, hoping that something would be brought into the
present once again.
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Quietly looking around, seeing many things that become ab-
sorbed onto photographic screens, keeping track of memories
of our lives, hoping to never let them pass away.
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Rising to heights of emotional feelings, keeping minds
focused on important things, at least that's what we
think.
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Waves of music flow across the dance floor engulfing everyone
in their peaceful and soothing rhythms as people dance, keep-
ing step and pace all through the night.
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Overjoyed while listening to melodies, their rhythmic tones
and brilliant sounds give our minds quiescent moods held in
check while writing.
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Bass sounding and vibrating the very insides of this
gentle poet, loving how it feels while rhythms swirl
and twist in figures, not of speech, but in those of
music as the night wears on.
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Hearts are sinking into one another, being held closely and
feeling loved as they dance to their hearts content.

Leaving their beings in beds of lace after the sun goes down
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Dreams lying awake in the mind of a mere poet, being
lived in moments of time as melodies move past interior
vaults of what may be possible in dim lighted pathways.
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Motown being brought into the mix, rhythms jumping around
to beating of this poetical heart and mind.

Sensational and divergent, having new meanings in the end,
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