RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Figuratively swinging through life on a tire swing,
remembering what it was like to be a child growing
up.
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Evening shadows coming out from hiding all day,
stretching their limbs, adjusting their eyes to
see around them.
Listening attentively to all that is being said
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Almost to the end of the dance this afternoon,
having enjoyed every minute of music being
played by Neil and Larry.
Pleasurable and fun, full of energy, lifting
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Softly echoing moods of intensity, placating memories
with soulful music.
So gently, interpreting life into musical scores,
rounding up joyful talent, holding it closely, a
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Quietly dealing with patients, holding his own patience
in check, being thorough to a fault, working late.

Somehow always falling behind, patients are waiting for
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Nature beckons me through glass windows, enticing my
soul to look out and find peace that always resides
within.
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Sun filtering through, touching me warmly with it's
cuddling glow.
Brightly standing about, treating all of nature to
it's generous thoughtful food of life.
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Tickling softly, ivories of my mind, letting music
filter through the silence, ethereally.
Cuddling closely, heart and soul move magically
across my mind, dancing to inner rhythms which are
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Sleeping soundly, listening to adaptations of heaven
as life drifts it's way.
Spirals revolving around sunbeams as I lay sleeping
peacefully.
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Sun shining in spite of cumulus clouds
trying to shut it out.
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