RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Running out of time, biding these last days in and
through music and its rhythms, painstakingly writ-
ing to friends all over the world.
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Touching down upon clouds of silence, this mind takes on life,
taking away turmoil and strife in order to write poetry and
prose all the time.
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Looking up into the mountains, mind saying good afternoon
to cacti clinging to their sides, sharing their feelings
of being alone.
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Sitting on a bar stool here on the roof of Outlaws,
the best bucking bar and restaurant in the U.S.A.

Having a great time looking down upon corrals holding
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Nature popping all around this widespread desert
surrounding us here at Outlaws, eyes moving across
the landscape.
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Fingers moving to rhythms as they take this mere poet into
a wide-open desert landscape, wishing it could be set free
from all corrupt developers and politicians.
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Favorite song now being played for everyone to hear this
afternoon, moving to its rhythms here in daylight, writing
of its many measures of rhythms as they come into the open.
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Rhythms running and jumping up and down the mountains now
surrounding us, lifting our hearts and souls into heavenly
atmospheres above us.
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Looking back through pages of life, thinking about everything
that has happened through the years, not all bad, yet not all
good either.
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Climbing interior mountains, getting closer to clouds in
the sky, wanting to reach out and grasp them like cotton
candy for this soul.
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