RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sauntering into the surrounding area by myself.
Entering stormy phases, protruding from sides of
cloudy skies and opening their doors to me.
Wanting to experience the whispering essence of
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Filtering life through musical interludes and
compositions, keeping suffering and pain on
the outside.
Trying to keep it from precluding life as I
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Pieces of my mind are lying about,
basking in the afternoon sun
without me.
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Hearts breaking in the afternoon, cutting through the
silence of death with their heartaching voices.
Cautioning those left behind to love fully and honestly
with all their hearts while they can.
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Reasoning falling down, looking around, knowing
what's happening as it logically thinks out loud.
Calmly getting up and not letting anything get in
the way as it stands and fights for the freedom
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Behind his drums, playing incessantly, singing,
keeping to his space in time.
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Rolling into the motions of yesterday,
keeping track of all their destinations.
Never letting them disappear into the
night, holding onto separate visions of
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Mysterious appearances of rhythm, coming
from invisible beginnings.
Gathering closely with gowns of tomorrow's
evening get-togethers.
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Stringing together, words to fit harmonies of the
sixties.
Combining all notes and finding new ones to add
depth to the sounds.
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Relative circumstances being contained interiorly
with circumspect desires.
Alleviating the posture of failure as rhythm takes
away the feeling of loneliness.
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