RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Strumming chords of lifetime memories, a voice singing clearly, emotionally, touching parts of my brain with
wonder and awakening.
Deeply felt, delved into by a soul of perplexing
sensitivity, filling rooms with blissful exuberance.
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Soundlessly developing rhythms, filling a soul with
melodies, discovered inside patterns and mazes of
delightful puzzling depths of intrepid silence.
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Handwriting on the wall takes me over pitfalls, wondering why I'm still here and not at death's doorstep yet.
Searching rhythms of life, noticing they are still breathing, living, justifying my being with their beats and tones, helping me recall what I am here for.
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Sensing an ocean rushing at me, ready to knock me down and pull me under.
Mixing me with sand and shells, no way to tell which way is up or down.
A feeling of fear catching in my throat, yet knowing if I can only touch ground, I'll find myself right-side up.
Taking visions from my past, I can relive any moment I want to in my own time where there is no danger to myself.
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A cross of life bears it's burden.
Black clouds form around the atmosphere, filling inner skies with gray.
Reaching tenderly for warmth and understanding, grasping wisps of clouds with fingers tainted by sorrow.
Alive with wind-swept fury, bent upon aligning a lifetime of misery.
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Clamoring in my mind, searching for patterns completed and
refined, music develops quickly in memories and becomes
discussed in lieu of words.
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Seasoning life with unkempt desires, becoming serene
against stances of difficult times during stress.
Particular problems float above others, waiting to
be solved in creative new ways, so they will never
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