RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Snowing into imagination,
shaking foundations of music.
Crawling notes, holding on for
dear life as a woman shakily sings,
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Settling into an aura of complacent peace, watching those around me with curiosity and wonder of who they really are within.
Spirits lifting together, bringing us all into meadows of friendship where we can be ourselves and enjoy one another's company.
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Partying with red solo cups in mind, holding glasses up in their tribute.
A mighty fine party with many happy people being lifted, with spirits flying high into the room tonight.
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Running in place as he sings another song, little Alex, singing in his quiet, shy voice, happy to be recognized for who he is, and doing what he loves in this world.
A wonderful spirit, taking it's place in the annals of future history, giving himself the confidence needed to get along in this life.
Blooming in his young days, fulfilling God's promise through his essential essence in a purpose found early in life.
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Sitting here with life still alive within, knowing the day will come when I'll only be able to remember life the way it was, before these last years are through.
Tears softening their bittersweet memories over time so they can be remembered and lived with continually til the end when my pen is put to rest.
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Looking into my mind, watching reflections of all days in life, answering with plaintive cries in poetry.
Placing it all into verses of potential fame, sitting right before me in colorful hues, awaiting my okay to proceed down the pathway of all who are destined to be known throughout this world.
Leaving behind us a legacy for all those coming behind us in future years.
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Being in darkened shadows for many days and weeks, no sunlight emanating from within.
Not trying to hold on anymore, seeing your brown eyes, pleading with me to get well and come home.
It wasn't in me to keep on going, yet, with plentiful prayers all over the world, slowly I got better and rose from the stupor of narcotics, from surgery.
Finally seeing a little pinpoint of life down the long tunnel of darkness, leading me to life again with you, my love.
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Silently, the night rests upon it's laurels, awaiting the sleep
of everyone on earth.
Whispering tales of peaceful journeys through colorful dreams
lent from heaven.
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Traveling through songs,
seeing sights beyond the room I'm sitting in.
Beautiful scenery, surrounding me through imagination -
breath-taking to my soul.
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Whispering phrases in silent auras of yesterday, moving them forward into today's horizon.
Pushing and nudging notes just where they need to be in this life.
Wondering of the reasons and ideas, bringing them to fruition in aging days of senior years.
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