RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Ideas flowing spontaneously through tempos and rhythms
in music, touching and tantalizing every moment of life,
introducing various subjects rapidly into my mind.
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Stranded in a country, sitting alone, watching people roam
round, wondering what they're thinking, where they're going,
what language they are speaking.
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Music talking to this poet vociferously, not able to stop, it's
holding mind and intellect captive in depths of rhythms.

Letting it carry thoughts, ideas and concepts into outer dimensions
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Listening to an original song being sung and played by extra-
ordinary members if a band, kicking up heels as love appears
suddenly in a white mist.
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Falling into an abyss, looking around, seeing silhouettes as they
run back and forth, teasing, taunting, and captivating this poet's
curiosity which never lets go.
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Strangers gathered in waiting rooms, sitting around on their cell
phones, reading, talking, watching this mere poet writing and wonder-
ing what is being written.
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Surviving another day, attempting to continue with this
reluctant life, searching in depths of intellect for
reasons to prolong it.
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Violin rocking away in an Irish jig tonight, entertaining
and energizing everyone here, feet tapping, hands moving,
taking in the precious beauty of a fast moving violin.
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When I'm gone beyond this mortal world, what type
of shadow will I leave behind?
Will it be agile and funny with a sense of humor?
Or will it be dark and serious like death itself?
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Joy being brought to mind when an innocent child laughs freely
and un-hesitantly out loud, whispers ending up in smiles, because
they tend to tickle little sensitive ears.
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