RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Succumbing to the incessant tenure of Indian rhythms,
continuing to write to it's beautiful melody as it
opens and contains intellect in a new category of
simplistic innocence.
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Vibrant and explicit thinking is being realized effortlessly
in inner workings of intellect.

Inherent compositions being written from many sounds, being
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Controlling inner workings of my mind through a fascinating
array of sounds and tones, all bringing me to the peak of
perfection, letting me dwell in it's essence while finding
words to write into poetry.
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Steps being taken into depths of tomorrow, never
letting up nor giving in.

Wanting to continue hearing rhythms incessantly.
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Taking you into my dreams throughout this night,
folding shadows of thought into cupboards of
intellect.
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Watching shadows of night fall upon earth, darkness
not being illuminated except within people's homes.

There they live peacefully and contented, loving
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Slipping and sliding down chords of a piano, gracing
life with beautiful music throughout the years.

Somnolent, intensely struggling along pathways of
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Spirited and lively early in the morning, full of energy,
enjoying life as it unwinds from a nighttime dream.

Finding plenty to be thankful for, appreciating every
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