RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Snow white memories, pure and unsolicited, flood my mind with goodness and joy of the past.
Leaving my rhythm in tune with special emotions fitting nicely in a pattern of joy.
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Tickling my mind with rhythms of freedom, saturating an interior life with a benign focus.
Relating strains of music to poetical forms, waiting in the wings for a practical use of them all.
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Blue skies shining down on a picturesque landscape,
enveloping me in a cocoon of interior life.
A soothing feeling that comforts me as I live
life effortlessly - interiorly - in my mind.
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Realizing unique facets of the world in everyday things, saying beautiful words as I write to heavenly music, singing in my mind for you.
Selecting just the right rhythms, matching them to those almost forgotten in the turmoil of life.
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Crying through the night, remembering all the good times we've had and wishing we could still have them in memories anew.
Giving a new tempo to relate to as we walk pathways through friendship.
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Predicaments of others touch our hearts and lives,
becoming the altering events on our own pathways
to aging maturity.
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Cautiously living lives of honesty, trying not to
betray anyone's trust, we all live in doubt and
insecurity.
Once we are living in upended stances of doubt, all
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Wanting to do it by yourself, traipsing the world
over inside and out.
Living on edges of surmountable discovery, being
lifted spiritually every day without realization
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Spinning wonderfully out of control, pivoting on
grace and show, becoming part of our worlds
through animosity and diversity.
Altering our mind's eyes and paths so we may fit
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