RoseAnn V. Shawiak Magic Poems

Listening to a new sound, as it rasps gently across my
brain, teasing as I try and place it into a category or
sphere, keeping it in mind to write through.
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Talking incessantly through music hovering in my mind,
grappling to be heard in a literate swirl of meaning.
Touching magically, every sense, awakening feelings
hidden in temples of being.
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Rain falling quietly, gently, touching memories of
the past when very young, going outside, playing
in the rain.
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Thumping beats striking chords of a mind, swinging them about
like someone with nunchucks in a karate dojo, a different
approach, one that seems to sit well in depths of a mind.
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Music colluding with an artistic grace of solemnity and
beauty that's never-ending in a poetical atmosphere of
sheer joy.
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Thoroughly enticing my mind with tempting mysteries of
musical magic, using intellect to gather translations
of a poetical essence within me.
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Dreaming in desires of our love, fulfilling the meaning of our
lives together, sharing life through moments of magic dreams,
mysteries of love and tender feelings.
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Following intense rhythms into the flow of music,
it's beating drawing me further into thoughts,
mesmerizing and intriguing me.
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Living in an atmosphere of faith and hope, being
nurtured through an interior and sacred life,
taking in the beauty of nature.
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Living in this temporary world, finding no magic here,
only pain and suffering, there's no love anywhere, an
empty desert, arid, dry and forlorn within.
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Believing in the impossibility of magic as I travel
through life, hoping to find many miracles along the
way.
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Quietly looking about this night, staring into it's shadows,
trying to make out their forms in moonlight, mystifying, a
sense of prolific magic hanging in the air.
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Peering from beneath the coverlet of darkness, watching as
the moon comes upon me with it's rays of enlightened wisdom
and knowledge.
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Taking chances, not letting restrictions or boundaries
stand in the way of our love.

Dreaming of your magic through the night, waking to it
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Fairy dreams fill our nights in sleep, they do not
stay with us through daylight.

Bits and pieces are left to remind us now and then,
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Midnight hour striking a chord within my heart,
bringing out the magic of believing and placing
it within the arms of my heart.
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Jubilant and possessed with magic of creativity,
intellect mixing it altogether with an interior
imagination.
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