RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Telltale hints of yesterday accumulate and beam brightly
into life, taking me unafraid into lands of freedom,
fighting quietly for respect of self.
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Mind opening, blending with subconsciousness, intellect
taking it all in, watching as thoughts correlate them-
selves with musical rhythms.
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Smiling inwardly as I listen to Page D's music, very
pertinent to what's going on today in the U.S.A.,
looking back through history, taking an intense look
at our country today.
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Working adamantly towards goals in writing and music,
moving quickly forward, having great fun in doing so,
meeting many people from all parts of the world.
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Listening to music from South India, it's beat enticing
my mind into volumes of poetry, writing it as quickly as
I can.
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Steady staccato rhythms taking me soaring faster and
faster, loving sounds and tones that are filling me
profoundly and excitedly.
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Twanging rhythms clapping in my mind, creating an interior
excitement as they continue to beat and get faster by the
minute.
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Listening to the rolling beat of an Indian drum,
being pulled into depths of it's vibrant rhythms,
loving every minute of it!
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Nature closing in on all sides, driving focus onto the
reality of life and it's being, tantalizing and ener-
getic, moving rapidly into landscapes.
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Swirling patterns finding ways to fold and unfold in many
peculiar designs like a kaleidoscope of ideas and thoughts,
blending in rainbows of colors.
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