RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Pictures in life are traveled past without a glance,
mind totally absorbed in pleasant melodies and their
rhythms as they tip toe among thoughts.
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Signals of mourning tend to start tears flowing when
memories are being detailed in rhythms as they are
being played in tones and tempos.
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Thinking of someone who is far away, a best
friend that is always held in this loving
heart.
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Searching, finding an inner purpose, one that feels
just right, touching this silent soul and spirit.

A time of acknowledgement and its gratitude at the
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Loss of innocence is being hidden from all eyes,
kept at a distance on purpose, never to be felt
closely, being put off on the roller coaster of
life and living.
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Straining his voice, not able to sing on pitch, for his
voice can only falter on the flat side of tones coming
from melodies that cannot be measured at all.
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A Spanish sounding song, music swaying hesitantly
as rhythms tend to beats and tempos, nothing get-
ting in the way.
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Tenderly being held in a long lost melody, its rhythm
filled with the sweetest of memories that have enlivened
this life with so many aspiring inspirations.
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Riding a horse bareback down a country-western road,
looking about, feeling loved by nature itself, tempos
reaching within, giving a spiritual essence to the ride.
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So truly feeling loved by a stranger who's
singing a romantic lullaby, rhythms hugging
and feeling so closely attuned to this heart.
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