RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rhythms crossing and changing, bringing about changes
in moods of life, scattering them into the wind like
leaves falling in a storm.
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Reeling and rocking to tempos of natural delight,
becoming self, intriguing memory into giving up
it's secrets of yesterday.
Sensing beauty hidden beneath coverlets of
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Following ends of life into passages lit with
memories of yesterday.

Tempting us to withdraw and enter our final
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Wandering through a land of fantasy, beginning to dream
of non-existent things, so I can create them from
conceptions within intellect.
Sallow looking now, but when I get remake them they will
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Bocelli's voice with music, wraps itself gently around
my subconscious mind, relaxing strenuous patterns of
stress throughout the day.
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Steadily falling into rhythms that beseech me
imaginatively, locating the exact words needed
to express an idea that suddenly finds it's way
into my mind's depths.
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Sweethearts in their nineties, holding gently to each
other, dancing and gliding to rhythms of music being
played sorrowfully in minds of grief belonging to the
musicians.
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Watching through the years as life wanders about earth
in silence, capturing beauty on breezes of antiquity.
Tenderly entering minds of maturity, filling them with
moments of peace and security for the time being.
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Feeling haphazardly, interiorly, a grating of talent
mesmerized by a higher intelligence than you or I.
Sensing a candid honesty, filling minds and hearts
with sounds of heavenly music.
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Undertakings of jubilant love break out on open waters
of the sea.
Thrashing and floating at intervals of day and night,
culminating in warm hugs and thoughtful words.
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