RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Moments of time open up when we least expect them to,
scattering thoughts into outer space, changing their
lifetime pathways into another avenue of living.
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Moods of sadness and sorrow set in sometimes, coming
from out of the blue, lying in forests of reminiscence,
life trails turning and twisting through mountains.
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Lights twisting and turning to rhythms of this wonder-
ful night, chasing each other up and down speakers and
instruments, traveling across the floor.
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Songs being sung in the night, transcending shadows
hanging around, as we sit back, not wanting to leave
just yet.
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Striding into paths of music since birth, having learned
to read music when in first grade and totally enjoying it,
so easy did it come to mind and intellect.
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Being washed ashore, memories held tightly, looking
for reassurance, always thinking, hoping to travel
the world.
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Rhythms falling steadily from banjos, guitars, keyboard
and violin along with drums beating tempos, keeping
everyone in tune and together.
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Country lanes coming to mind, thoughts of living in
New Jersey on top of a mountain,75 acres all to our-
selves.
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Loving it when music is being played by a band from
their hearts, intensifying the pleasure that's felt
in our beings.
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Tones taking their place in rhythms, showing off their
excitement to all of us here, wanting and needing the
hopes that have been hidden from view.
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