RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Singing tenor voices feeling just right, in perfect pitch,
sounding in synch with life's natural music.

Talented organization kept in control and left to flow
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Stepping on stones of sorrow across vast expanses of watery tears,
hoping, carefully, not to fall in and become a puddle of grief
for life with no boundaries to speak of.
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Flowing easily into and out of another's arms,
feeling safe and secure in the commonplace
activities of everyday routines.
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Blessed with extraordinary gifts, humbling me before God,
giving me pause for thought.

Arranging bouquets spontaneously in my mind, trying on
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Risking everything, sweeping clean, an interior idea
of peace and congeniality.

Striding carefully across forms of mountainous scenery,
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Riding down the freeway in a yellow cab, looking in all
directions, feeling textures of trees, sweeping away
cobwebs filling my being.
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Energizing tempo with melodic ivories,
sounding exquisitely and in tune with
nature.
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Feelings of insipidness gather and enter
thoughts as I watch loneliness of elderly
people grasping at straws, trying so
desperately to hold onto a semblance of
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Sounding boards of music,
those listening attentively to a band,
as it wends it's way through pathways
of yesterday's tunes
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Downhearted, tangled in weeds of grief,
sojournly leading self astray, stepping
in puddles of disarray, and awkwardly
stumbling away.
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