RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking past strains of music, listening, then gathering
its petals of blossoming melodies and harmonies, resist-
ing negative aspects that continually try to break through.
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Are there times when you think you're totally alone in
this life? Do your friends just walk past without acknow-
ledging your presence at all?
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Wondering where memories are coming from at times,
not having any thoughts at all, suddenly there are
feelings of memories standing by.
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Bright-sounding lights illuminating the night with many
beautiful rainbow colors, matching melodies and rhythms
that are being played tonight.
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Lights blinking off and on, gesturing to a creative
mind from a reflection that stares inside of the
Wagon Yard.
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Doing an Irish jig here at the Wagon Yard, a country-
western bar and restaurant, feeling the joy of Irish
music as it enlightens our minds, hearts and souls.
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Leaving narrow and ordinary routes in life, preferring
the roughshod dirt roads that lie outside of the usual
terrain.
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Chasing memories in a bar, drinking up a storm,
wishing that saddened feelings wouldn't raise
their head.
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Kicking back, living it up, finding things to sing about,
feeling emotions that take us on roller coaster rides
throughout life.
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Strobe lights circling, sparkling in a sphere above us,
making wires look like they have little colorful bugs
and caterpillars crawling along them.
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