RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Translating words into musical etudes filled with
major and minor chords of existence.
Entrenched in a world of silence, hearing only
melodies and rhythms of life being played out.
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Twilight hangs over an evening sun, waiting for it's
entrance into lands of dreams from above.
Watching for cues as the moon slowly rises from it's
covered bed, enjoying it's particular purpose in the
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Soothing melodies fill my mind with their angelic
feelings, pushing me into rings of desire.
Yearning for days of future happiness as life
progresses freely with me in tow.
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Inherent guidelines beseech sanity, taking with them
limits and standards truly inane.
Crooked wiles filter out of normal circumstances,
causing havoc with the scheme of things.
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Jointly reticent, listening to messages being sent
from beyond, sensitive to their signals and caring.
Preparing to write of them in volumes of poetry to
the ends of time.
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Shouts of glee emerge as little eyes open and minds
realize it's finally Christmas morning - time to open
presents.
First, baby Jesus is placed in a manger, signifying
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Memories sway and waver into my mind with adamant
thought-provoking intuition.
Climbing canyons of my subconsciousness, adapting
to reality and life's incessant demands provoking
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Touching joyous parts of yesterday, bringing into focus,
the really meaningful treasures of today.
Nothing of material worth has managed to stay through
the years, we have only ourselves to enjoy through
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Images of reflection fill moods with interior contemplation
as I watch videos parade past my mind.
Choosing pieces of life's puzzles, putting together a
collage of unforgettable memories, awakens senses deeply
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Lights of a Christmas tree reflecting from a window,
greeting me with it's bright starry eyes.
Reminding memories to come forth and be seen again in
aging eyes and heart.
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