RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Intense sounds of music folding and unfolding ideas rapidly,
choosing which ones are to be used first in a poem.

Violins strumming their strings, quickly taking this mind
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Joyful, happy, feeling contented and safe in the throes of
a poetical passion that's now fulfilling the essence of
this being.
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Thinking back into yesterday, sadly missing many whom I've
loved and lost, suffering when thought of, tears smarting
both eyes.
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Sky black close to the ground, darker blue just above it,
then a whiter blue a layer above and on top of it all are
white clouds.
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Sitting atop an imaginary mountain, overlooking the Arizona
desert, feeling peace and serenity glowing beautifully with-
in, silence filling the atmosphere.
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Being stirred emotionally deeply within my being, feeling the
gentle tug, pulling ever so slightly into the silence of a
golden youth that no longer exists, not even in the future.
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Solace now being played gently on an interior piano, taking
feelings and emotions on a road trip through an imaginational
garden of reality.
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Sacred and gentle are the tender ideas of nature when they're
blended with the goodness of humanity, lifting our souls so
spiritually towards heaven while here on earth.
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Lonely and sorrowful, walking pathways in the darkness, moon
shining faintly from above while the stars twinkle away, wel-
coming everyone into their faraway homes.
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Joyous voices singing, taking spirits into heaven where they
receive blessings and are forever chosen in a spiritual way
to help others here on earth.
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