RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Country-western music taking me down memory lane, back
when I used to go dancing all the time, never without
a partner, on the dance floor throughout the night.
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Tramping down lanes of mystery alongside train tracks,
taking my mind away while I stayed in one place writing,
good, vibrant, totally pure and innocent, my inner child.
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Sounds of yesterday tearing at my heart, tears now
falling, seeping into my mind today, games of the
past no longer able to be played anymore.
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Slipping, sliding into many measures of inner music,
guitar carrying me into another tomorrow, filtering
the wonder of this total moment into it.
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Slow, steady beat taking me down trails of times gone
by, results of the past coming now into the light to
be brought about.
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Finding pathways overgrown with weeds and outdated
thoughts looking to be born again into a poem or
two, hoping all will be written in silence.
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Sloshing through the rain, taking my time, going back
home, missing everything I used to have, knowing that
I have now grown and things won't be so little now.
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Frolicking, enjoying music and it's rhythms, plucking
my mind with them, tossing and relieving every sense
held within me.
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A young girl of one is jumping and dancing to the music,
stopping to stare at another girl about 6 or 7 years old.

Watching adults dancing, trying to emulate them, stepping
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Rapping in the evening, soaring with lights of rhythm,
sensing melodies as they fall onto the dance floor un-
heeded, blending totally with the band.
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