RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Skies filled with many fluffy white clouds, looking
like God has had a pillow fight with the angels.

Clouds are thrown about, many of them piled atop each
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Reaching for the stars, getting star dust in my eyes.
Now just seeing the bright parts of life's essence.
A joyous priority of tonight's love, giving up heart
and soul, letting love consume and capture me for
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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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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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Bells ringing in my mind,
pealing laughter and happiness
throughout time.
Sudden depressions of fallacies
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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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