RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Street performers singing messages for people everywhere,
standing in showers of rapid rain pouring down on earth.
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Listening to rhythms as they
soar into spaces of my heart,
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Swaying, swaggering, taking
strides closer to every sunset,
and bringing many talented
people into the mix of karaoke.
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Spreading blankets across floors of imagination,
waiting patiently for ideas to make up their minds
and talk in whispered conversations of times
remembered from long ago.
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Silent pictures playing constantly
on photographic screens within me.
Continual videos, never stopping,
giving impressions and clues of
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Rising early in the morning, giving me respite from the night.
Wandering aimlessly through years of musical interludes,
never complaining about any part of it.
Daydreaming every afternoon in a trance, befitting a musician.
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Keeping aligned forever in
certain parts of acknowledgement,
sololy being in the mixture of
any molecular formula.
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Standing at the center of attention,
singing from heart strings,
in complex keys of chords.
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Shadows of my eyes, alighting in ebony gardens,
wandering it's lengths in prepared statements
of tired beings sleeping inside.
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Tinsel being blown around by breezes,
coming from outside an open door.
Tallying amounts of many hours,
sitting, listening to singers of karaoke.
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