RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Wakeful moments spent in trying out new tastes of music
and lively measurements of novel ideas.
Images pop out like notes on a banjo, picked just for
my mind, over a delightful dinner for two.
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Peacefully igniting candles of prayer, tending them
carefully.

Sending their heavenly smoky odors to gates of heaven,
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Tempos rhythmically counting beats on scores of
musical etudes.
Playfully enjoying every sound of keyboard and drums
heading my way.
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Racking brains with titillating touches of Cajun music.
Understanding not needed as long as the beat affects
the tempo of your being.
Becoming many measures of musical scores, talented
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Turning inward, playing my mindful clarinet of ages,
tuning it to my particular mood.
Fitting it like a puzzle piece to thoughts, thinking themselves into cognitive abstractions, while they
delve deeply into feelings, craving attention on
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Listening to music tempting my soul, luring me onto plains of serenity.
Calming my soul with accents of beauty in songs of old.
Tantalizing melodies fading in and out of memories storehouse, altering edges of consciousness, turning around moods, placing them on hold in closets for now.
Forgetting stress and living in the presence of musical life, enjoying it's texture on my mind.
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Melodies touching a scientific side of life,
converge in musical patterns of intense diversity.
Compiling data, translating it into prose,
beginning new forms of literature for an explanation
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