RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Softly, silently, rhythms touching my heart, soothing and
justifying the serenity lying within me so quietly, giving
my mind an atmosphere in which to contemplate.
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Time's slipping away faster and faster every day,
always wondering how it gets by me when writing.

Trying to keep up with rhythms in measures of
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Tears clearly seen through, flowing steadily like a river
towards waterfalls of sadness, awaiting their tender loss
of love in the depths below.
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Staccato, steady beats knocking at intellect's door,
opening it through rhythms touching mind's thoughts,
illuminating visions lying beneath them.
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Playing in our minds, touching upon memories of childhood
that we once made happily, each one etched in our hearts,
giving pleasure through the years.
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Watching life unfold every morning when the sun comes up
to greet us here on earth, life being nourished and nur-
tured by most people.
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Rocking to the Village People on Grandparent's Day here
at the Senior Center, enjoying all the children that have
come to join us.
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Listening to music, country western, fitting to this
wonderful day, line dancing with the children, every-
one having fun.
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Sensing sentiments and emotions of the seniors, having a
great time, but memories seeming to creep slowly in.

Minds seeing tears smarting their eyes, remembering past
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Reaching heights of the Divine, situated in a bluened
light within my mind, seeing spiritual sides to every-
thing in this temporary life.
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