RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Charging into the blackness of another night,
one that seems bleak and desolate in moments
of sorrow.
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Strutting down streets of this earthly life,
hollering and having a great time in the
midst of many recollections.
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Certain songs have meanings for some people and
not others for we all have our favorite ones in
life, always listening to them through the years.
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Rhythms swaying and lazily swinging in this mind
as music daintily continues to play, bringing
feelings and emotions to the foreground.
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Talking rhythms taking this mind, heart and intellect
deeply into an intensity of an inner purpose as our
thoughts gel and coagulate inside.
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Rhythms tapping out an exciting tale of life that
travels in circles, taking the fabric of our lives
into other dimensions.
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Thinking of the past, a whole new episode being
seen once again, collecting blossoms of roses
as they are given in special love notes.
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Choosing local technicalities that have been branded
in past ideas of what life would someday be a part of,
yet none of it happened.
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Male voice singing with a slight tremor, yet having
a deepened sense of freedom and liberty within his
being adjusting to a life of music.
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Saddened thoughts being placed like a patchwork
quilt upon a bed where death had just dared to
take the one I loved so much.
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