RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reflections reaching me from mirrors standing back,
trying to be inconspicuous, yet I can see them
touching my mind with secrets of life.
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Stressing facts of daily life as we hear it come
forth from lyrics of a song being sung.
Gringing to the mysterious thoughts being elicited
through each note.
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Jangling, jingling, shaking tambourines in time to
the musical rhythms being played.
Finding the insight falling into each measure,
taking avail of all the integrity of a band.
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Tranquilized in memories, flitting in and out,
letting me know they are still here and vibrant
in spite of all that has happened to me.
A wonderful repertoire passing, keeping me
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Rummaging around in dark closets of yesterday,
rarely opened up, just doing a little spring
cleaning.
Tidying up, getting ready for the next onslaught
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Swallowing beautiful visions in my mind, allowing them
to become a major part of intellect.
Picturing every thought in poetical musings, taking me
through the universe and beyond.
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Getting together for a grand nephew's birthday party,
family gathering, friends coming, presents laid on a
table for later.
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Smallness of someone contained in a particle far from
everyone else.
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Singing soulfully, tears hiding just inside
corners of your mind, awaiting times of
enrichment from interior solitude.
Suggestions filling aspects of pious memories,
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Solitary peacefulness settles within, bringing with
it temporary solutions to life's difficulties.
Standing alone, perusing every day thoughts in total
recall of a mind's reclusiveness.
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