RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Hammering in the background as I sit writing and
listening to oldies on the radio.
Times of yesterday ringing through my ears,
taking me to heights of beautiful memories as a
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Loosely holding onto edges of life, balancing myself
and looking down into a labyrinth of darkness.
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Rhyming in depths of beauty's peaceful view on life.
Wishing to be all that I find within, expecting songs
to fill me with anticipation for times I have left to
write about family and friends.
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Mind feeling hollow,
emptied of something
that seems to be missing,
but as yet, I don't know
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Saddened dances ringing around, pulling me into their
circumferences, not leaving me alone with thoughts.
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Having a penchant for music,
wanting to hear it all the
time, never tiring of it.
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Thoughts held in harbor,
ages of dreams keep peering about.
Feeling safe and moving forward
into the lightened darkness of a
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Sleepily nodding, eyes half-closed, sitting with a shawl wrapped around her cold shoulders.
Listening silently to musical songs and their renditions.
Enjoying every word as it falls between the notes of evening.
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Textures of things are felt by sensations, touching my brain scientifically, helping to feel them through writing.

Totally immersed, touching thoughts with all feelings, traveling throughout
life in imagination.
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Asea in a storm of idealic measures, being comforted by the movement of the waves as they toss and turn in a restless sleep.
Turning, facing the eastern horizon, thinking of the deepest depth of ocean beneath me, wondering what is swimming below.
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