RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Strumming my mind like an acoustic guitar, hitting perfect pitches as I free fall from heights beyond earth's atmosphere.
Holding onto the experiences, recalling them when needed inside a poem.
Coasting like snow down the mountains, being pure and undefiled.
Feeling the scents of musical scores as they waft my way in melodies.
...

Designs of flight pantomime what I'm thinking, helping me to soar to unknown heights.
Delving into clouds, filled with delta brain waves, exploring it's denizens through poetical episodes of music.
Alleviating any possibilities of existence turning it's back upon what reality has been refiguring.
...

Straightening crooked thoughts in deepening attitudes of life's behavior.
Wondering through the years, as I think of all the discoveries I've made in loving you.
Holding together the essential particles of heart-felt beauty we've found in each other through all these years together.
...

An oldies song, Johnny Angel, being sung, totally causing elliptical joy.
A rhythm I remember when I was a girl scout and had a crush on our assistant scout leader, John.
What a crush it was, at such a young age.
A beautiful memory, remembered with a smile in my eyes.
...

Noting the difficulties in life's circle of friends as they age through the years into senior citizens.
Compiling all editions into one last enduring volume of interesting poetry.
Always being written in messages coded from the beginning of solitude's passing.
...

Sharing feelings with another,
trusting them with your gentle soul,
while hoping to never be separated on
life's journey together.
...

Sadness has been eased a little tonight as I talked with a
friend for a few minutes on the phone.

It's amazing how a person's stress level can be lowered by
...

Reverberating throughout the night in the cafe,
rocking me back and forth, sending me into a
whirlwind of music.
Playing inside my mind with an intellect of beauty,
...

Talking, moving, carrying on in a peripheral vision
as music takes me beyond what my eyes can see and
mind can grasp.
Catching sight of mountains in the distance,
...