RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sounding throughout Wagon Yard, rhythms blending with thoughts
and concepts, taking this poet's mind into another dimension,
living in the moment.
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Strutting like a peacock in the wild, finding anticipation
rising higher within, riding waves of an interior climax,
taking me away with fleeting memories.
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Silent and still, passing time, going through measures of
rhythm as they are counted in rapid tempos of yesterday.

Closing gaps left in minds of others, taking up the slack
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Stepping down into the midst of intellect as rhythms climb
higher within, surpassing any other signs that may combine
and take their places in time.
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Quietly riding over a mountainous desert, life held onto with-
out any interruptions or barriers standing in the way.

Interior and beautiful wonder, shyly peeking, nothing to com-
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Writing into tones that vibrate within my heart and soul,
never taking anything to task, colorfully putting every-
thing seen into poetry.
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Recognizing sounds of temptation coming from depths of love,
igniting the fire of passion held closely within, waiting to
be quenched.
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Walking down alleys, listening to tempos as they continue
to play my mind, falling like raindrops on a silvery day,
touching my mind with their moistness, happily taking in-
tellect into the fray.
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Taking a stroll on a Sunday morning, watching the sun rise,
taking me into a positive mood, enlivening attitude and
intellect as curiosity raises it's head.
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Loving rhythm that escapes from within a band, taking me into
a land of imaginational depths, rocking from within solace,
hitting heart and soul.
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