RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Energetically forming melodies out of instruments
being played in friendly tones of syncopation.
Following avenues of measured periods, filled with
notes and rests, playfully sounding the echoes of
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Turning inside out, playing upside down,
soaring all the while.
Peacefully sailing into a morning of
talking by Bruce Jenner and some others.
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Silently, the rain falls within me, cleansing my
intellect as it steadily renews my mind.
Refreshing it souly, giving a sense of achievement
as I reach deeply into senses of perception.
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Figuratively swinging through life on a tire swing,
remembering what it was like to be a child growing
up.
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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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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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Bells ringing in my mind,
pealing laughter and happiness
throughout time.
Sudden depressions of fallacies
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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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