RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

What is left after death?
Pictures, images of things you did, people you were with.
Deep sadness expressed in tears, voice choked with sorrow.
Life for you has ended and somehow I am expected to go on?
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Melodies collide and jump, leaping about my mind,
secretly sacred, blessed beyond any doubt - the
beauty I see and hear inside.
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Likely aspects of life hang in the balance as each
day progresses.

Some parts are collected and put on display, while
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Particles of relief flood gates of serenity, flowing
and ebbing into desert traces, without holding on
through storms of life.
Tactical reasons continue to accumulate as stereophonic
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Winter falls around me, wrapping it's eerie white blanket
over my life, freezing it's dreams in imagination's storehouse.
While consciously thinking, arousing subconscious ideas
to form layers of snow on a mind's plain in depths of
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Reading musical scores within my mind, I relax and feel refreshed, enjoying the genius I've come to know as
talent given by God.

It surpasses all avenues of distaste and brings life up against invisible thoughts, causing them to appear in
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Sunrise, sunset, every day the same, only different
colors and hues set in brand new ways.

Life dangles itself in retrospect, thinking and
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Living in an aura of musical rendition,
playing songs at large throughout my mind.
Stepping across myriads of miles into the
universe, following the many beats of
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