RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lonely echoes hitting the canyon walls of my soul, drifting into the writing that I love to express.
An empty feeling surrounding every tone and rhythm being celebrated with a generous appreciation from many others in the world.
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An empty loneliness has penetrated inside my heart strings and is plucking them unmercifully with a hurting tirade of syllables.
Rejecting the ecstasy of tomorrow's picturesque scenes, feeling abject loneliness filling my being with it's awful feelings.
Leaving me bereft and alone in an empty corridor far from home.
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Swallowing and taking in every bit of talent being shown to us here tonight.
Voices singing out in echoing beauty of sunrises in tomorrow's musical abodes.
Trading nothing for the gifts given freely and being used to the utmost in an environment of promoting it all to the world.
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Rolling restlessly down life's roads, wanting more than ever to be expressed in platitudes of friends.
Talking, spreading conversations in the wayward winds, wandering down pathways of yesterday.
Meeting once in the past, we became friends forever, joining in repasts through the years.
Exchanging thoughts and loving the time we spent together while rolling restlessly down life's roads.
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Separating and being silent, turning away from the world,
not wanting to be exposed to anyone.

Just wanting to be left alone to fend for myself through
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People of different races, creeds and nationalities,
coming together at the senior center, finding common
ground, playing bingo, eating, playing cards or just
enjoying entertainment being provided by different
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Rocketing across space and time, this mind being filled
with an energy of intellect.

Rising and falling, soaring and diving, becoming every-
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Listening to music rock into depths of my mind,
awakening it's thoughts, creating from pure
intellect.
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Sky overcast, filled with white clouds and very
little blue to be seen.

Trees, leaves, barely moving, very little breeze
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Living for that first sound of rhythm, each and every
morning, giving my being an excitement for a new day.

Looking forward to whatever may come into life, antici-
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