RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Forgetting many points of interest along the way,
always substituting others that I've created and
designed through the years.
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Miniatures of this life being show throughout a camera
lens and into memories.

Collecting our joyous moments at a glance and keeping
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Rhythms trigger thoughts, forming, shaping and developing
their designs and patterns.

Clipping and touching them just so, being carried into
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Hollow and lifeless, feeling emptiness filling the void
within my heart.

Lonesome and abandoned in this world, holding onto a
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Sounds filtering through intellect, rising and falling,
listening to rhythms as they appear in visions of ever-
lasting tones.
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Flowing into the atmosphere, soaring through the darkness,
enjoying the feeling of blindness that fills my being.

Letting me view such different scenes as I go through the
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Chattering like a squirrel in a forest, listening to it's
rhythms as it scurries through branches of trees and across
the ground.
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Listening to the sound of your voice soothes me interiorly,
giving feelings of safety and security.

Feelings rising, desires heightening, all coming together
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Discordant sounds distort thinking at times, disheveling
thought patterns, causing irregularity of actual breathing.

Yet when softened, pacifying thought processes, helping
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Drumming incessantly increases stamina through music at a
rapid pace.

Listening increasing awareness, making me more alert and
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