RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Mind flying with musical talent, soaring with every note
and beat to my soul.
Socially moving up scales with little effort, taking in
every melody as it touches my mind's mind.
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Purple mists, hazing my sight, gelling inside, delicately protecting innate whisperings of genius.
Relaxing in an atmosphere of antiquity, perfecting rhythms
of life to exacting measurement.
Attacking circular methods of circumstance with hesitant efforts and mystical romance.
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Solid renditions of yesterday's images bring visions
of etudes played in mind-like musical scores.
Defining life and it's wholeness in scattered poems
of remnants.
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Lights blinking their wares into starlit skies,
hoping to find customer's eyes interested in
buying what they sell inside.
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Traveling byways through life, seeing whatever comes
into my mind's view, allowing a spiritual freedom to
continue.
Surrounding hearts is sorrow for lost love, alone in
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Quietly swaying in the breeze just like leaves upon
the trees, dancing in time with rhythms being played.
Having fun, elastically bouncing around, rhythms
running through my head as I watch everything that
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Watching workers in back of the counter, seeing them
slacking, not doing their jobs in a timely manner.
Talking, joking, cooks not cooking, taking their time
to make sandwiches, not getting some orders right.
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Entering an arena of combat between mind and words,
tersely, briefly, explaining moments and particles
of life's endurance.
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At rest in a desert aura, watching cacti grow and
feeling at home.
Spaciousness and serenity filling an atmosphere
of love attuned to my soul.
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Holding hands through dimensions of time, trying to
grasp friendship which has surpassed this world.

Folding in upon many memories of love and caring,
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