RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Feeling angels watching over this poet, staying closely
throughout the years, knowing that life takes its time
in measures of music.
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Reaching fever pitches in musical interludes, feeling
rhythms as they beat along with this heart, giving
delight and enjoyment to mind and intellect.
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Mind and intellect actuating a silent conversation between
rhythms and music, thinking, wondering, having so many more
questions than answers right now.
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Daring to be different, always trying new and exciting ways
to find pleasure in this human life, following every rhythm
up and down measures of music.
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Rocking to rhythms as they enter, recharging this poetical
spirit, in the midst circulating, finding beauty that covers
this solitary life filled with many hardships.
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Patterns of life are constantly changing and adapting to new
designs of music, being played by band's instruments that
flash them, becoming intense in the mist of colors.
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Moments of music flashing their energetic colors,
a force to be reckoned with throughout the night,
painting simple requests into the evening.
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Reposing in the darkness of what was once yesterday,
now the present has come abruptly into the light of
another morning.
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Never talking, just watching and listening to the wind
whispering its sonnets and beautiful melodies that con-
tinue to challenge this brain in the wonder of life.
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Riddles finding their way into rhythms of country-
western moments of evening, tabulating and taking
avenues of being towards edges of a final sunsetical
horizon.
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