RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silently jumping for joy as I listen carefully to what I'm hearing.
Being attentive, enjoying melodies surrounding me with their tantalizing auras,
teaching about wisdom as they corral abstractions,
collecting ideas and placing them spontaneously upon paper.
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Thoughts leading me astray, giving me pleasure on dreary days filled with gray cobwebs.
Seeking many splendored hues of yesterday's rainbow of memories.
Talented novices of time, crawl toward edges of canyons, hoping to look downward into cavernous abysses and find something of worth to drown out sadness and strife, delaying the onset of grief, wetting my pillow night after night.
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Tossing along on crests of waves, losing my balance as I am thrown about without control.
Never hesitating, reeling from exhaustion, yet finding an energy in daily aftermaths so totally quelling of stress.
Inherently, I acquiesce to it's rhythm and voice as it takes me ever further from life's shore to my destiny, given me from our Lord.
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Softly, images touch me from without, a blurring of life carrying on around me.
Noticing colors passing by in grand rainbows of being.
Dancing smiles being held on floors of interior music.
Thoughts colliding with motion and movement, cracking steel chests of emotions,
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Darkened spaces beckoning lights of creativeness to
enter catacombs of subconscious reality, wantonly
tracing drawings, centuries old.
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Steeped in derision, looking within for the peace I need so desperately.
Being in tune with nature, looking to writing to satisfy my needs.
Hoping for a reprieve from others and their petty annoyances, instead finding that
I have to hide myself from reproaches of jealous people.
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Rocking and strumming, taking a walk through tunes of yesterday,
calming interior stress, chasing it away.
Breathing easier with every measure, conducting life on a musical
venture towards heaven.
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Energizing rhythms take me on a journey with every
reverberation of notes jumping in time to life beats.

Stressing early figures of musical talent, stepping
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Introducing ideas through windows of expression, calculating their presence in thoroughfares of beguiling enchantment.
Stillness of emotion fits well with silence and it's potential benefit.
Traveling along roads, straying from their directions, preferring to walk alone, finding no interruptions are good to feel.
Expansive freedom can be interpreted without frenzied ideas of others clogging highways of creative beauty and peaceful
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Knowledge sitting around, keeping it's stance in twilight years, hoping to make a break for wisdom's sake.
Tearing apart, severing things from old, trying to remake literature from the inside out.
Placating mindful ideas, reshaping every thought, bringing novel beginnings to literate meanings.
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