RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rhythms of blueness that are being hung upon Christmas
trees in the silence of nighttime dreams after loved
ones have died and gone before us.
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Santa's sleigh coasting through the atmosphere, never late,
delivering presents to every boy and girl while they're
asleep.
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Toasty warm inside, sitting in front of the fireplace
talking about life in the present, comparing it to
what has already been lived through.
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Shaking tambourines, guitars being plucked and strummed
through brilliant rhythms that can stand on their own
while being played.
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Beats flowing slowly, not in any hurry, mind enjoying the
sound of a melting feeling of love that's now taking its
time to surround people sitting here.
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Rhythms tangling in and and out of neurons and synapses,
taking pictures and laying them about on photographic
screens to last forever in this life.
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Rhythms being confused at times in a musician's mind, doing
it anyway, longing to be able to produce each rhythms from
within intellect as it continues to sashay through life.
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Exercising minds in depths of rhythms growing in fields and
meadows within spheres that rotate and gyrate in a growing
synchronization.
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Highlights of nighttime come out in brilliantly lit memories
as they're being expressed in poetry all the while, being
studied by a poetical mind in depths of every note played.
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Looking up into the heavens, wishing to be aloft talking to
the stars as they twinkle their fascinating smiles, happy
to see they were being treated with respect by a lone poet.
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