RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Song of a woman who never had much of anything, even the love of her life was used and broken.

Never giving her heart because its wings were broken so long ago.
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Music causing people to sway side to side, smiles on their faces, hearts beating silently, living in a prison, ribs never letting them escape.

Wanting to, but not able to as music flows enticing rhythms of a heartbeat into another context, but tears filling its chambers within, no swimming able to happen.
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Blue lights in an intense bluened atmosphere keeping track of white traces that dive and delve into depths of a lovely dimension where happiness glides across fields of snow.

Glittering beautifully in a midnight environment of winter, pulling at icicles as they hang on eaves of a house filled with a family united and warm.
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Speedy and clearly understood through every note in rhythms that are being fiddled in many measures this night at karaoke.

Whistling eerily into the atmosphere, never quitting, moving rapidly through avenues wanting to feel every sensations felt throughout the darkness, ready for some daylight.
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A man's voice echoing in a lonely place where no one cares to answer or reach out in time.

An intense emptiness falling into canyons wide and deep, a free fall of sorts in life.
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Rock and roll sounds traveling up and down, leaving senses bereft and blue, nothing able to be done for life has feigned itself in hearts of fickle love and romance.

Dancing, not trusting, turning down solitary lanes, traces of tears sparkling along the way, mirroring a broken heart in musical rhythms of music.
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Rocking out in a garden of fields overrun with foolish weeds that had no caring or love anywhere around.

Lively echoes whispering in voiceless canyons of what used to be chambers of a heart.
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Musically fascinating upon a keyboard that sends thrills of excitement into a spiral heading upward, out of sight so soon.

Leaving everyone sitting tightly in echoes of a once upon a time in the past, tripping and falling in echoes of musical coded rhythms.
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Looking around at the beauty and visions of life,
incorporating everything interiorly with a peace-
ful rendition that is placed within.
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Sitting at the table, looking at pictures my friend took
while in Australia makes me a little sad, although very
grateful for having had a chance to look at them.
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