RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Planting myself in a patch of wonder, inviting all
senses to enter and help take in the environment,
noticing every little blossom, blooming nearby.
Clouds whitely floating, spreading their far-
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Shadow of my pen writing down whatever I think in
tandem with the real thing.
An interesting concept, a sideline maybe, to ghost
writing that I've done in the past.
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Behind his drums, playing incessantly, singing,
keeping to his space in time.
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Rolling into the motions of yesterday,
keeping track of all their destinations.
Never letting them disappear into the
night, holding onto separate visions of
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Mysterious appearances of rhythm, coming
from invisible beginnings.
Gathering closely with gowns of tomorrow's
evening get-togethers.
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Stringing together, words to fit harmonies of the
sixties.
Combining all notes and finding new ones to add
depth to the sounds.
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Relative circumstances being contained interiorly
with circumspect desires.
Alleviating the posture of failure as rhythm takes
away the feeling of loneliness.
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Waking the inevitable desire to continue listening
to music and writing late into the night.
Being and forming the essence of everything blended
together in my memory.
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Reeling to the rock n' roll music of Doc and Gaul.
Yes, again at Buddy Stubbs, we are here and having
fun.
Strangers gathering, altogether enjoying ourselves
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Looking to the sky, white streaks going in all
directions, as jets continue their journeys
into the bright blue beyond.
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