RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tirelessly listening to music and rhythms, being energized
by the colors of its sound, rapidly playing guitarist, now
taking this mind into a realm of ingenious measures.
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Life in the midst of music captivates this mind, allowing
it the freedom to dance to its own innate rhythms, play-
ing and teasing intellect with its wily energetic sounds.
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Rhythms of drumsticks adding to the staccato sounding
repertoire being played, touching and taking mind and
intellect into a pool below an interior waterfall.
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Steady beats of rhythm taking away from life and up the
stairway to heaven where all is perfect and beautiful,
nothing to mar the honesty of God, Himself.
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Romping and playing with this inner child, feeling good and
free to do what is meant to be done through music and poetry,
relaxing in steady beats as they take this poet up and down
landscapes of tomorrow in silent visions always opening up.
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Thoughts piling up, music creating each of them through
coded rhythms, listening to yesterday's sounds, thinking
about small things that ended up being forgotten for they
were only important for those few moments then becoming
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Relaxing, writing and focusing totally within intellect and
its innate creative process, easily finding words, meanings,
definitions without any effort whatsoever.
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Stairway to heaven, people traveling upwards to an atmosphere
above where surgery and procedures are being done daily, now
awaiting patiently, hoping and praying for the best.
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Traveling down avenues of yesterday, enjoying sentimental joy
and happiness seen in each of them, settling in brain, mind
and intellect.
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Sounds of silence playing creatively through this mind,
energetically moving across interior deserts, through
forests and over mountains.
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