RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Plucking rhythms, finding their way into my heart, taking
me into a joyous and happy mood, circling and turning every
corner as we step to staccato notes.
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Dancing late into the night, feeling the exhilaration of
every sensation within my being, touching and carrying me
into depths of rhythms.
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Everyone will one day speak my name, but I will be long
gone from this temporary earth, spreading across the
world like a wildfire.
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Lonesome feelings are taking me away, far from pain
of my heart as it breaks in the evening of my life,
estranged, left to my own devices, feeling empty.
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Feeling good, going into overdrive, listening to music
and writing poetry, taking a devil may care attitude,
realizing potential held within innately.
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Racing through lanes of intellect, tracing every line of
rhythm into dreams during the night, concepts circulating
and counting moments left.
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Walking on edges of life, watching feelings go downstream,
looking for a place to land somewhere else in time, locat-
ing and taking facets of intense rhythms into a circuit of
tomorrow's destiny.
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Feeling alright, taking paths into rainbows of color,
prisms enfolding me intact.

Securing many different patches of my life through
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Thrilling to the beauty of romance as it's savory aroma
fills my heart, wondering where it will take me, going
further into fields of another time.
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When younger, taking self off the beaten path, wanting
to know what lie ahead, not afraid to find out truths,
always turning and facing it head on.
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