RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Clouds flowing across a huge screen, band in front of it,
playing songs of the past, drums beating in time with all
the saxophones.
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A song called a tiskit, a taskit, a green and yellow basket
being played.

Remembering Mom singing that tune since the time I was born
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Thoughts popping like popcorn upon a field of snow, lying
on top of it's sparkling diamonds, glittering in the sun-
light on a cold winter evening.
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Sounds of color bursting into the atmosphere, spreading good
cheer throughout the crowd, smiles and joy walking about as
the band plays a winter wonderland song.
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Jostling rhythms taking minds out into the world, filled with
anticipation of music everywhere, it's rhythms collecting an
array of meaningful poetical verses.
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Stepping in time to beats that tantalize, entice and energize
everyone listening, encrypting feelings into steady rhythms
that infiltrate and keep our hearts racing, feet dancing.
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Dream catchers on fire, swirling silently against a brilliant
sunset filled with flaming colors of red, yellow and orange.

Majestic and steady, tender rhythms taking minds into a wide
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Sounds of music pouring forth like champagne on New Year's Eve,
enlivening people as they dance and hear uplifting rhythms that
don't dare stop.
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Rocking and rolling into the evening, captivated by notes
and tones played so uncannily and up front, exclusive and
attuned with instruments in the band.
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At last finding some peace and quiet, writing to positive
rhythms of moods that entice this spirit to move in new
and wonderful directions.
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