RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Dreams filling this mind, disappearing upon waking for
a while, reappearing like magic when writing poetry,
delicious and positive, enticing intellect.
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Music filling my mind, strengthening my reserve,
giving me time to begin again with every note in
measures being played.
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Walking down avenues of continual sadness and sorrow,
seeing puddles and pools of tears everywhere I look,
knowing they've come from deaths of loss I've had.
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Piloting intellect, soaring through thoughts, en-
joying peace of this heavenly poetical universe,
launching poems into space.
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Living in prose through rhythms and music, mind dancing
happily, never having enough of it's splendid beauty,
silence being penetrated by music.
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Reaching into visions of the future, seeing hope in
sunshine rising every morning and setting on promises
of a new day coming tomorrow.
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Enjoying conversations with Amos, his sense of humor and
intellect are excellent, finding all about him through
what he doesn't say to me.
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Guitar strumming, playing this poet's heart and mind
religiously, filling me with tempting melodies and
rhythms.
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Family and friends celebrating Tom's 70th birthday,
dancing, music, laugher together, a fantastic time
being had, smiles and frolicking across the floor.
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Imagination fantasizing in my mind, spreading humor through-
out intellect, giving inspiration rapidly and fully through
reality also.
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