RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Beautiful music playing softly within, perfect pitch
touching mind's ivories with gentle humor.
Sounds following melodies around the world, searching
all corners for the perfect rhapsodies of nature as
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Locomotives traveling through evening skies, holding
close to the tracks beneath their iron wheels.
Moving over mountains and through valleys, eluding
death's sight, hoping not to be caught in it's vacant
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Rushing forward into blank spaces, wanting to make
them my own without being infringed upon by another's
ideas, ruining my senses of thought.
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Fire burning within my heart, setting my soul ablaze
with promises of heaven.
Sensing throughout life's hallways, I go trudging
through bittersweet puddles of darkened sorrow.
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Pockets full of joyful memories, being carried down
mountain trails, into future sunsets of sensation.

Fulfilling treasures of existent melodies as I sit by
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Love once again has been torn and ripped apart by
death's insistent embrace.
All of life is futile against it's strength, no
one can conquer this ending of earthly life.
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No matter the deeds we wrongly commit on earth,
as long as we ask forgiveness from our Lord we
are allowed to die in His peace.
Leaving no grudges or malcontent behind to
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Regular heartbeats, beating incessantly in the back-
ground of yesterday's love.
Founding the basis for generations to come, holding
onto truth of promises for an eternity.
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Cracking into the evening, slices of daylight, fading in disappearing moments of reality.
Locating sheets of forgotten compositions, lying in
disarray with piles of yesterday's memories.
Melodies broken, saturated in pools of tears, left over
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Everything that's living will eventually die in a
passion of death's insistence.
A gentle mirrored coldness, wrapping itself around
me as I lie in the intrepid solace of the past.
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