RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

11: 14 a.m.
Music glorifying this bright and beautiful Arizona
morning, exacting and upbeat, so titillating to all
senses.
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11: 16 a.m.
Tending to collect self wherever music is playing,
listening to it with a heart full of joy, being
taken into realms of the unknown.
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11: 18 a.m.
Finding an excellence in tempos, falling into line,
catching this mind and tickling it with intense
rhythms.
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Filed away in a dark, dusty drawer, books of records keep
their place.

Baptisms, marriages, deaths, all written neatly in order,
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Strength of music gently flows through this mind and deep
into my soul, touching a part of me that only God can
know.
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Traipsing through my mind on an exploratory journey,
wishing to neither seek nor find anything of value.

Following existing paths to see where they lead,
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Looking out of windows of departure stained with tears
throughout the ages.

Forgotten memories taken away by death in it's strangle-
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Fullness of an evening moon, shining upon earth, showing
and lighting paths we need to stay on to get home safely.

Sharing it's wisdom through tides of the ocean, falling
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Quietly expressing a beautiful love, having been taken over
by it's silent energy and vibrant language.

A novel feeling, unconditional love from a soul mate across
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Incessantly being taken aback at the level of intensity
within which I respond to rhythms being listened to.

Wondering every time how it is done while writing, no
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