RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Settling into an evening of poetical musing
and writing, enjoying beats of rhythms that
constantly take this mind away.
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Band performing in front of a huge screen, pictures flowing to
the rhythms and tempos, something new to write to, colors burst-
ing everywhere on the screen.
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Harmonies of loneliness biding time within each of our hearts
as we sit here together tonight, hearts swelling with sorrow
we've all felt through the years.
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Backyard memories sit quietly peaceful,
waiting to be remembered on still dark nights.
A sound, an odor, a familiar scene, bring to mind an
image or picture of a special event.
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Rhythms breaking over mind and intellect in an end-
less beating of waves that stomp upon the surface of
the ocean, never falling through or below it.
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Snow-covered mountains showing off their dusty white coats of winter to all who pass.
Looking like confectioners' sugar, sprinkled from heaven's realms to earth.
Beautiful winter landscapes sent to our sight as we travel over roads and cut through mountains and into the night.
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Looking out my hospital window, I see puddles of rain formed across the desert.
Brown desert dirt being flooded, because the ground can't absorb any more heavenly water.
So calm and beautiful, yet desolate and forlorn, much like me inside, sitting alone in this room, listening to Chopin, wishing I could be home writing.
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Stretching outwardly, finding no way to proceed without a friend.
Such anger has turned into the saddest portrayal of memories that
once used to be happy and filled with joy.
Forsaking everyone, taking off for other dimensions on the other
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Climbing and crossing desert mountain
terrain beneath black and gray storm
clouds.
Waiting to prey upon unsuspecting
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