RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Trumpet staccatoly sounding out notes at attention,
making everyone sit up and take notice of the twins
playing instrumentally and singing along for all of
us at the New Year's Party.
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Saluting and cajoling those who are around with a
cowboy grin and howdy from within.

Touching a place we call home, where we live in
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Loneliness of elderly who are left to get along the best
they can with no one's love to help them, save their own.

Desperately trying to fit in a place they once belonged,
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Mind looking into pictures and portraits that have been
taken throughout the years, seeing ours and our children's
resemblances to Grandparents, parents, Aunts and Uncles.
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Socially accepting everyone, no matter what their positions
happen to be, because we are all of the same human race,
nothing else mattering.
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Technical sounds emanating from Indian music, taking me rapidly
into a peculiar rhythm, lifting senses into heights of rapture.

quality of tones allows intellect to migrate into another domain,
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Walking on the edge, not knowing what to expect, leaves an
expectant waiting as if something is to be born and we know
not when, how or why.
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Sitting here waiting for a flag ceremony to begin - one that
my son will be in,

Hearing noise everywhere, instruments playing their songs
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Living on a highway of this mind, realizing every motion
is going forward, never stopping in the middle of traffic.

Listening to rhythms of tires, as they roll over asphalt
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Wanting to break chains of life from within, being free
and independent.

Soaring into inner depths of intellect, finding self in
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