RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Keeping me alive and vibrant, music playing everywhere
that I choose to go in life.

Being satisfied with rhythms as they play my soul in
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Tinkling melodies playing along, developing into quiet
strings of rhythm.

Telling stories of an inner feeling, emotions rising
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Soothing, smoothly and evenly swimming through a
perfect and solemn rhythm.

Touching a sadness of yesterday, bringing it for-
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Gentle breezes being created by fans above on the
ceiling, cooling me down as I write in the midst
of an afternoon dance.
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Sweet little nothings being spoken through sounds and
notes of music as I quietly listen to it, spontaneous
thoughts being filed through my mind so delicately and
softly, like blossoms blooming in silence before me in
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With all the important events throughout history why
do we have a mere towel day, we use them usually in
the privacy of our bathrooms when showering or bathing.
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Waves crashing upon craggy rocks, splashing
into the air and down here within my mind,
looking through photographic screens.
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Totally at peace, writing while sitting here in a surgery
waiting room, due in the operating room at nine o'clock,
praying I won't quit breathing again like the other times.
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Morning time bringing a brand new day to be lived and
enjoyed, wondering what will happen as the day pro-
gresses and surgery is done.
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Smiling to myself, enjoying music as I listen intently
and totally, learning innately through it's coded rhy-
thms.
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