RoseAnn V. Shawiak Guitar Poems

Chugging along the tracks, everyone smiling and keeping step
in measures of rhythms, loving how the sounds turned into
colors bursting everywhere.
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Crossing ridges of ecstasy, finding them challenging
and invigorating.

Softly picking an inner guitar, sounds taking me for-
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Rocking into the night, taking this soul into an entire
atmosphere of rhythms, taking over hearts of many who are
in love, happy to be with one another.
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Riding a strumming guitar as it takes this mind up and down
dusty trails of western territories, keeping track of where
we're going.
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Chugging along the tracks, everyone smiling and keeping step
in measures of rhythms, loving how the sounds turned into
colors bursting everywhere.
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Set towards the back of the stage, an unassuming
guitar player sits, playing to his heart's content.
Enjoying the feel of his fingers as they lovingly
caress strings, moving up and down the frets,
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Strumming my mind guitar, feeling past recriminations stray from me, following their own agendas away from what I think.
Solitary possession of intellect expands my imagination to proportions unheard of before.
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