RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Flickering guitars now streaming harmonies into minds of
everyone here tonight.

Special moments popping up and down in pleasant areas of
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Thinking, walking down avenues of this life, watching for
delicacies that appear in rhythms of music, always giving
an essence to hearts of passion and desires.
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Looking out at the horizon on edges of this life,
wanting to begin again if given the chance.

Seeking the beauty that's hiding in the past, now
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Dancing heel to toe, having a wonderful time, not caring
about living a life of yearning, having a simple life
with plenty of joy our hearts together as one.
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Watching people moving to rhythms as they step and
slowly gyrate into reflections left over from the
day.
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Reasoning in a mind of knowledge and wisdom of another
time in life, expecting more than ever to find a beauti-
ful display of what needs to be found in a bountiful
portrait of imagery.
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Lying back in a haze of what life is supposed to
have been, but has never quite gotten there.

Standing alone on a sunsetical shore, seeing the
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Vigorously dancing in this mind, taking literature by
the hand, keeping up with rhythms as music curtsies
and rushes rapidly into a mood of positive anticipation.
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This life happens to look over the past, future and present,
often times comparing each phase to see similarities and
things that are totally opposite.
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Lackadaisical tendencies being felt through musical rhythms,
leading this mind to another dimension, elucidating music
with a new insight and way of believing.
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