RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Dreams silently creep into inner emotions,
subconsciously entering neurons of a
grieving brain.
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Minor chords of reality quiver and tremble, touching depths
and abysses of sorrow's lengths.

Coarsing music along ocean waves, cresting, ebbing, crashing
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Listening to vibrations echoing from depths beyond life,
filing them into poems, inspired by intellectual desires.

Side-stepping byways most traveled down, rushing headlong
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Empty seats sitting before me, watching,
waiting expectantly for a reason to be
filled before the night is over.
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Wandering wherever the music takes me,
going within this lonely shell of mine.
Weaving reasons through poetry,
and delighting in the words that become
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Diving into the sky, spread-eagled, falling quickly to earth.
Landscapes unfolding as I get closer to the end of my free fall, not really wanting to pull the rip chord just yet.
Wanting the experience of falling to last a little longer.
Eventually, letting the chute do it's job, as I hold the toggle lines and float to earth.
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Resting upon aging laurels, listening to an upbeat song being sung by a gentleman with a great voice.
Getting everyone to join in and smile.
Jotting down words from his memory, filling our heads with humorous laughter.
Being joyful and taking us all on a ride through rhythm and humor, making everyone have a great time at the Wagon Yard.
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Tripping tonight, finding pathways leading out of life,
wanting to explore and find out what's beyond the turn
ahead.
Wondering what sorts of treasures would be found and
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