RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Strolling down river banks, listening to a rhythm as it
tends to run away into the night looking for an expansive
site of rhythms.
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In the midst of a song, voices changing from a sing-song
melody to just talking melodically in the night, express-
ing nondescript feelings.
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Traipsing along the sandy shores of a future horizon,
delving into their talented measures of a futuristic
balance.
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Getting a rush of adrenaline, exciting an interior feeling
of rhythm, not wanting to be brought down any more, just
reliving the energy of yesterday.
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Shorting out in past times of yesterday, placing dates
and times in rows of talented innate natures that now
compliment who we are and what we plan to do.
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Finding self strolling down memory lane, digesting
memories that have been lived through and are now
lying sleepily upon photographic screens.
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Wondering why music has all of a sudden been cut back
into a slow-moving movie that doesn't have anything
to show for itself.
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Memories making up each individual's lifetime, every one
of them having their own terms in years of being since
the beginning of their time on earth.
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Favorite upbeat songs and rhythms bring relief in this
being, keeping spirits soaring into mirrors, reflecting
everything in timely impossibilities of a human life.
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Places of long ago being remembered in melodies and
rhythms as they reach fever pitches at times, keep-
ing focused on the good times we've had in life.
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