RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Ancestors speak interiorly through their Italian
music, touching me emotionally with love, bringing
forth their caring and our youth once shared.
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A peaceful being of serenity, adjusting interior thought
as it vibrates images into seeing beyond life's shores.

Bringing feelings and senses into the present with
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Energies flowing downward and over,
immersing my mind in tactful
reminiscence as I visit reality.
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A mind sits alone, yet it is an excellent elocutionist,
uttering thoughts unendingly.
Revolutions of ideas following one another until they
mesh and give new meanings expatiatingly.
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Challenging etudes soaring through the atmosphere,
claiming their existence by being there.
Tracing steps made creatively from heaven's gates,
solidly stepping down lanes of time on avenues of
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Images of Dad singing loudly in my mind,
intensifying as melodies are being sung
now.
Setting in motion, footfalls of images,
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People talking to one another,
trying to hear over a band playing
old-time melodies for all to hear.
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Erasing words from memories left stranded in time,
revoking notes, belonging to images against all
odds.
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Sharing particular moments with others through melodies
of yesterday, finding mutual ground to begin friendships
from.
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Song of feeling, generating deep emotion from within,
clouding eyes with moistened tears and silent wrenching
good-byes.
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