RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Listening to a spiritual presence on stage, playing
saxophone religiously and solemnly without reserve.

Praying rhythms and melodies with every breath he
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Italian words filling the room, resonating into every
corner, realizing dreams of all the Italians listening.

Remembering words of long ago from Italian Grandparents,
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Galloping around the room, letting inhibitions go,
following the crowd in a polka-raising energy,
bounding about.
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Taking moments, spending them with heart-felt wishes
and hopes of other days, holding them fast and close
so as not to lose them in hurried ways.
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Moistened blue eyes, looking from within, seeing sorrow
standing in a puddle of it's own, wavering slightly,
seeing images continually spinning out of control.
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Reaching for the limelight, spreading myself thin,
trying to become everything in life, matching
intellect with sincere aptitudes of heightened
intelligence.
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Twilight happenings coming around, hoping to be
remembered in many picturesque views of photos
printed indelibly on screens of yesterday and
being seen throughout lonely days.
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Drumsticks beating pathways, creating havoc and
chaos with imagination and it's adventuresome
attitudes.
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Witching hours magically turning music into beautiful
poetry as days present themselves without hesitant
voices.
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Speaking through tongues aflame with ideology and
idealistic schemes of writing into future horizons.
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