RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tempted by music and its syncopated mathematical couplets,
carrying on throughout landscapes and portraits, showing
what can happen in this wonderful time and place.
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Guitar wailing loudly, capturing the attention of this open
mind, swiftly sliding and picking up rhythms as they contin-
ually exercise their prerogatives in this earthly life.
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Drumming coming so fast and steady, enlivening this mind,
heart and intellect, taking and giving a mysterious puzzle
piece that has yet to fit in a final picture of this life.
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Foot stomping music touching down hard, slapping at the floor,
letting everyone know what they're doing to keep time with
rhythms.
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Music taking this mind so gently, being aware of many
thoughts soaring towards heaven.

Rising always out of sight, no one knowing about their
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Rustling and roping in depths of rhythms, living in their
mediums of an artistic grace, sashaying into depths of
music being played intensely.
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Scathing hot, intense rhythms rolling down and across lines
of a journal, taking a trail into desert oasis's, watching
as they brighten outlooks of nomads traveling through them.
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Night carrying on, music being let out in full swing,
volume up and guitars letting fingers slide about,
giving minds exercise as it finds its way.
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Delicate strains of life being written and played in many
compositions of intellectual pursuits that will forever
haunt memories throughout atmospheres of earth.
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Time measuring many circumstances with interior yardsticks
that never tire of being a part of music, everything coming
from within a wealth of animation.
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