RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking across the floor, our friend, wanting to
move to the beat and tempo of the music being
played, attempting it half-heartedly and then
giving up.
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Seeing a billboard bragging about gaming in Arizona,
contributing thirty-eight million dollars to
education here in our state.
Why then all the over-rides trying to get money
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Remembering times when younger, playing on seventy-
five acres on Tullo Road.
Willow trees all around, my favorite hiding places
when I wanted to get away from my five younger
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Strumming stormy skies, rain drizzling down,
listening to the blues, fitting right in with
the mood I'm in today.
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Silence filling hearts during the Christmas season,
when loved ones have passed away.
Empty stares, looking back at past times now gone,
barely alive during this normally cheerful time of
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Needing direction at times, because I'm wandering
randomly in a hazy fog, left me from the loss of
a loved one.
Hurting beyond the curtains of death, not knowing
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Swirling into another realm of recorded music,
feeling the inspiration filling my soul with
genuine possibilities in aspects of composition.
Allowing for the utmost scientific formulas
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Juxtapositioning my mind, wanting it to find a space
in time where it can be comfortable and able to
enjoy rhythms happening all around me at the Wagon
Yard.
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Standing in the light of an early afternoon, thinking and
pondering life as it is today, wondering why it has turned
around and is now promoting evil and destruction, why is
it I wonder.
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Window images walking in and out of visual acuity
as I sit and gaze at nature from inside.
A gentle breeze puffing at tree leaves and branches,
allowing them a sensuous freedom of movement for a
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