RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Willing partners standing on corners, awaiting busses
to destiny's unknown.
Hampering life, utilizing nothing of importance, always
beleaguering muted points of view.
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Standing by warrant waysides, betraying inner realms
with tantalizing imagination.
Worthily looking askance, passing open doorways with-
out backward glances.
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Jumping, spinning, being real to the tune of beats
pounding rhythms into the atmosphere so everyone
can enjoy polka music.
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Scripting our journeys in lapses of time,
as we ride roller coasters of our life.
We comprehend decisions made in haste,
believing they were the right choices at
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Sunlight blatantly spreading itself about, taking on
brighter images as it alights on us all.

Surprising even itself with compassionate warmth when
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Sanding off life, polishing it brightly, letting it
shine forth to light paths for others to follow.

Apologetically timid, shy, wavering in commitment,
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Cradling life as it nears the end, holding preciously
and dear all family and friends who are still here
with you.
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Listening to voices as they sing intensely into the microphone, getting people to open up and sing with them.

Often taking time to move into the karaoke circles of music and its rhythms, finding an exhilaration in its midst.
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Staccato rhythms letting loose an interior freedom being felt inside, not waiting to let it die down, needing to move right into a meeting of minds as voices come together, wanting the same thing, going for it fully in this very moment.

An enlightening feeling of discovery as rhythms continue bringing the beauty and wonder being built up in tracks of happiness and joy, a sense of approval being celebrated.
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Melodies of inner perfection being counted in the middle of a twilight evening, sneaking up and into the glimmering starlight above where thoughts sometimes gather.

There being collected like roses for a bouquet to give to a loved one, bringing a smile to a person who's eluded love so far, being afraid of heartache and sorrow.
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