RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Patterns of thought, escape rules made by others,
wanting to be creative in their own right.
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Searching through looking-glasses, mirroring reflections
of inane curiosity.
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Daintily sitting on edges of life, watching sunsets
lessening through the years.

Counting down ages of belonging as we travel our
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Stretching imagination with musical melodies,
finding no limits or expectations of boundaries.

Serenely floating down avenues of ocean waves,
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Musicians, young, just starting out, giving a recital.
Notes blaring out, some too sharp, piercing tonal
perfection, wrecking havoc to my ears.
At times flattened, notes distorting sounds that are
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Effects of Alzheimer's clouding minds, erasing memories and
at times, replacing them with false ones.

Forgetting being married and chasing other women with a
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Blending with my brain, creating masterpieces of artistic
grace within, touching lightly, beatitudes of emotion,
swelling them and focusing musically on their contents.
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Crossing ditches, walking down washes, no water to be seen
until another storm.
Climbing mountains with heartfelt anticipation at sights
that will be seen on the way up.
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Skipping to beats of rhythm on musical scores,
keeping time with my heart and calming my soul
with it's elemental distance.
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