RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Life being situated in music treating this mere poet to an everlasting voice that's amplified in and through poetry while listening and enjoying its rhythms.

Roaming around, touching an interior spiritual life while at the same exact time bringing an intense impression of an innate wisdom and knowledge.
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Registering rhythms in patterns and designs being created in and through rhythms of music calming mind and intellect in a very select atmosphere, totally intensifying every sound and tone as it's heard.

Palpable and energetic in an interior environment that continues to rise into another dimension far from earth, this mere poet able to register its accents upon life while thinking and soothing an intense curiosity forever within.
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Rhythms reaching for this poetical being, wanting to get up and dance like when younger, never sitting out a single solitary dance, always on the dance floor all night long.

Such a wonderful way to exercise, always was very slim and trim back then, dancing to the Orange Blossom Special with one of my brother-in-laws because my sister couldn't keep up with him.
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Twisting, turning, finding self immersed in rhythms so deeply, enjoying their sensations as they took this poet swiftly across the dance floor, a smile on this poetical face.

Heart elated and spirit soaring into another dimension, it's atmosphere being totally captivating in a poetical process as subconsciousness opened widely.
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When working at Little Sisters of the Poor always being chosen to take care of the nuns and priests who were dying, along with any of the other patients who were also dying.

Loving the level of spirituality finding self in, doing whatever needed to be done, going above and beyond always, knowing these people would by dying soon.
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Singers voices keeping perfect time with rhythms of music, tone perfectly in balance and weighing on this poetical mind while listening.

Musicians taking this mere poet into their private den of enlightenment that was always so fascinating to be in an atmosphere of beauty.
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Back and forth, up and down, melodies taking this mere poet right into depths of measures of music, rhythms constantly concentrating their sounds into mind and intellect.

Listening to music throughout the night, loving the attention music is paying to senses and feelings while this poet continues writing poetry the entire time.
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Casually settling into a mellow melody being played upon the stage, listening intently, never wanting this night of musical rhythms to end.

Just wanting to be a particle of their rhythms as the band continues to play, listening and writing poetry incessantly throughout the night.
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Music rapidly racing as if galloping down a race track somewhere in time, taking this poet straight down steps of measures in music.

Carefully tempting this poet throughout life, opening up from the inside out and back again, mind and intellect deciding what to listen to and write into poetry.
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Mind walking along edges of fast-paced rhythms, remembering yesterdays when playing with the band and having such a really great time.

Especially when playing solos in pages of music that were favorites of this mere poet way back then, it's crazy how life proceeds through the years, isn't it?
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