RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

A voice now singing, hesitant at times, questions finding their way onto pathways that wind through the years, no one to walk with.

Love never transpiring in the throes of life, just haphazardly slipping and falling, being alone without anyone there to catch you when you fall, just sleeping alone.
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Blue lights streaming all around the inside and outside of T and T, contributing to an atmosphere of being happy, watching joy climb into bed with a heart of innocence.

Never thinking anymore of it, falling asleep, eyes closing for the night, not even thinking of tomorrow and what it may bring with the morning sunshine.
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Rhythms marching up and down streets, wandering thoughts being called out in echoes of another time.

Feeling muscles tightening in stressful situations, using mind and intellect in order to dispel any and all negatives.
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Traveling in and out of lost and found moments of life, hoping to hold onto them forever.

Precious times with your children through the years, holding to memories of what has always been traced in our minds.
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Hot rock touching this mind, alleviating the boredom of slow songs that were being played earlier.

Now feet stepping to rhythms that are fully awakened and taking to the melodies that're being fully awakened.
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People come from all walks of life, different and varied countries, trying to live in peace and harmony throughout this lifetime.

Holding onto years, but they still keep slipping away, not wanting to be tied down, just living in freedom, no ties to those who want to put people in cages.
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Cold, lonely beings just wanting to be held and hugged, wanting to feel the intimacy while being able to.

Knowing that when leaving the dance floor they will no longer have that human touch.
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Sailing into the surface of the sea, waiting and watching as all feelings of energy are being separated and kept in solemnity
for now.

Singing and moving ahead while mind and heart never seem to follow suit, not able to stay awake or alert in the evening, instead leaving everything in the middle of the sea.
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Looking above, sun shining through windows upon the roof, reflecting onto a table, sparkling on top of this rooftop of windows.

Water from a fountain splashing into its very own pool of water, writing poetry on a different plain than usual, having fun experimenting and listening to music while doing so.
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Shadows of light seeping into this building through many panes of windows attuning mind and intellect with a graceful and energetic intellect

Giving off vibrations and shimmering memories in depths of mysterious shadows of light that it seems only this poet is able to see in their reflections.
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