RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Bouncing to rhythms my feet are tapping out, swinging
interiorly across floors of sand, building momentum
in rectangular fields of motion.
Lungs filling with rapturous breath and an ease of
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Deeply within this being, hiding from life's
expectations, finding little meaning in it.

Sorrowfully capturing tears, placing them in
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Delighted beyond imagination, filled with wonder,
peace and tranquility, listening to a band of
Italians.
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Music of a saxophone, clear, precise, in time, filling
the atmosphere with notes and beauty through it's
master's mind and fingerings.
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Twilling and singing through a saxophone, dancing to
the beat, bringing happiness and joy to a sorrowful
heart.
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Dancing through nuptials made years ago, enjoying the
ebb and flow of music covering egos and pride.

Movement peacefully gliding through the years, into
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Folds of linen memories quiver in the air, hesitant to
make appearances.
Yet, in the stillness of yesterday, they make themselves
known with softly flowing petals of life.
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Touching my soul, filling it with beautiful music
and prose.
Yanni, carefully selecting ivory's on a piano in
his mind.
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Touching sorrow being gently held in a fragile heart,
opening a window, letting it slowly seep out into
life, causing grief-stricken tears to fall from
watery eyes.
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Thinking of others, joy standing out on her face,
reaching always without qualms or fears, to
others in need of a sprig of happiness.
Dancing, gliding, being an outpouring of God's
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