RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lingering smells of nature's desert, deepen my senses
beyond life and it's closely hewn formations.

Selecting adjacent corners of the universe, holding
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Living in tunnels of peripheral vision, exploring avenues
with wild abandon, carefully testing tones and sounds as
they are emitted from within solid caverns.
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Sadness of truth buries me under grief's curtains,
holding me closely near death and it's embrace.

Folding me gently into folds of a nether world now
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Hesitant male, unsure of his voice,
lacking confidence and poise.

Until the stanza and melody of
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Skies of dusk, falling darkly into my heart,
taking with them, shadows of life.

Promising tomorrow, another destination in
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Playing rhythmically with sounds surrounding me,
hitting keys, black and white, to bring compositions
into being.
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Jostling every day with nervous excitement,
searching for answers to mysteries of life.

A never-ending excursion of learning around
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Jingling around, touching nerves, cutting them frigidly
with exercises of the mind.

Calming their essences with soothing balm of music,
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Diaphanous clouds of doom covering America, everyone watching
carefully as our country is being fleeced of it's inherent
freedom.
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Jangling nerve ends, poking them with notes of
melody's rhythms, stepping on measures of expectancy.

Belittling no one, organizing life moments into etudes
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