RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silent, thinking, reticent, just sitting here writing poetry,
letting feelings filter through music and it's rhythms, all
soothing, calming this interior intellect with a purpose.
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Hearing whispers calling from somewhere beyond this horizon,
listening intently, hearing their saddened and sorrowful tones
coming through the music.
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Decorations hung, casting their designs and patterns on
passers-by, having no other purpose than to fill up space
upon the walls.
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Looking around the room as if it's the last time I will ever
see it, dance floor emptied of people as they sit at tables
having their refreshments of coffee and cookies.
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Everyone should take some moments in their favorite places
where they often go with the love of their lives, sitting
there alone, perceiving feelings and emotions.
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Enlightenment wandering into my mind, touching me deeply
inside where secrets of my life have been kept sacredly
and religiously.
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Rushing into the foray of another day, not knowing what to
expect at any given time, setting examples for the younger
generation.
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Silencing this heart, wanting it to stop it's ceaseless beat-
ing taking away the reason of this life, never cooperating
as yet, continuing to keep my essence and spirit alive.
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Watching senior men and women dancing together to melodies
they have known and grown old with, smiling, laughing, talk-
ing, holding one another.
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Laughing matters take me through the politics of today,
giving the impetuous to keep going, taking everything
in stride.
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