RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Listening to melodies as they take me soaring into other
atmospheres far from earth's, being touched hermetically
with a lonely solitude capturing feelings and emotions.
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Perfect balances of music flowing continuously through fibers
of intellect, generously being satisfied with the equality of
exacting rhythms as they play in and with a creative mind.
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Left hand fingering tempos,
rhythms and notes being played
while intellect seems to recite.
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Running through fields of extraordinary beauty, roses of
many different colors greeting blossomingly with smiles
and joy.
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Tenor sounds penetrating mind, body and spirit, totally
possessed by an intricate beauty and simplicity as it's
adapted to musical measures and writing.
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Playing a violin of heartbreak and heartache, hoping that
it will ease the pain and suffering felt within this heart
so intensely.
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Evening approaching, people on their way home, having dinner,
tired from a day of work, looking forward to spending time
with their families.
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Carefully wending the way towards the end of the day,
feeling tired and spent, recriminations - there are
none.
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At times losing our way in the stress and turmoil of the day,
as it scrapes against the grain of our spirits, thinking may-
be we aren't going to make it on our own.
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Tending towards creative aspects of life, being introduced
to it when very little by parents who loved and cared for
us gently with discipline and compassion.
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