RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Swinging, skating across floors of rendition,
bringing about an innocent tendency of faith,
all the while hoping to become someone in
strains of daily living.
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Squelching noise from my repertoire for now,
enjoying quiet melodies being played on an
accordion by Todd.
An easy keyboard of ivories slide sideways
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Sightless eyes, yet rhythm gives an insight into
movements of melody.
An opus insinuating itself into every atom of
being, opening up flood gates of sensory perception
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Silently fuming, angrily waiting to see if the doctor
will keep an appointment priorly made, that no staff
member called to cancel or explain.
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Features of life lie in music's definition of melody and
rhythm.
Likely aspects continue drumming throughout the day,
releasing endorphins to ease moods and pains of old age.
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Losing ways along fate's pathways, altering moments as
I find my way back, taking new directions into novel
dimensions.
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Gathered together, people interacting and communicating,
filling empty hours so as not to be alone at home.
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Closing ends of thought with visions of beautiful
ideas.
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Wonders of nature capture my mind with beautiful
prose as they stand out in poems of mine.
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Recovering from yesterday's grief, an uphill climb with
many pitfalls on the way, throwing me back into cavities
of sorrow again.
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