RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Ivories tickling interior musical scores is totally
sublime, energizing me into a fever of melodic rhymes.

Dancing inside my mind, feeling beats soak into me
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Softly proclaiming loves of life through nature's
whispering on gentle winds of blessed peacefulness.

Equating justice with exacting preciseness of music,
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Immersed in loyalty, gifted with trustworthy friends,
fills days with thankful evidence.

A fastidious panacea of life's enduring shores, crawls
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Writing into spaces of the world, hoping to touch
someone with a little hope in their situation in
life.
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Reaching out, hoping to latch onto anything to help
anchor my being for now.

Nothing seems to grasp onto me, so I'm at a loss,
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Writhing in pain, being tortured beyond human endurance,
body turning against itself for some unknown reason as
yet.
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Sadness penetrating my soul, tempting me to lay down
life and let it go.

Wanting to do so, yet holding on to some invisible
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Finding games to play in visions, creating them and
challenging myself continually.

Semblances to life ever forging into their existence,
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Not knowing what will turn up within seconds of
thought, as I listen to rhythms of melodies
turning rotatingly in mind with sublime concentration.
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Taking time to think things over, wondering what to
expect, as I climb interior mountains, trying to
escape within thoughts of imagination.
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