RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Slipping, sliding into many measures of inner music,
guitar carrying me into another tomorrow, filtering
the wonder of this total moment into it.
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Slow, steady beat taking me down trails of times gone
by, results of the past coming now into the light to
be brought about.
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Finding pathways overgrown with weeds and outdated
thoughts looking to be born again into a poem or
two, hoping all will be written in silence.
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Sloshing through the rain, taking my time, going back
home, missing everything I used to have, knowing that
I have now grown and things won't be so little now.
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Frolicking, enjoying music and it's rhythms, plucking
my mind with them, tossing and relieving every sense
held within me.
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A young girl of one is jumping and dancing to the music,
stopping to stare at another girl about 6 or 7 years old.

Watching adults dancing, trying to emulate them, stepping
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Rapping in the evening, soaring with lights of rhythm,
sensing melodies as they fall onto the dance floor un-
heeded, blending totally with the band.
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Secure in the knowledge of self-realization, looking
into the future, playing with inner notes and tones,
coming full circle together rapidly.
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Waltzing along, sliding into pools of yesterday's
totality, invigorating my spirit, tantalizing and
tempting desires to be quenched by you, my love.
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Train coming down the tracks, pulling me along, racing
down the mountain, taking me I don't know where or when,
loving realizations as they flow by me.
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