RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Waiting for life to catch up with what I'm thinking of,
hoping both will coincide and attune to rhythms of my
soul as I flow in synch with an interior spirituality.
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Stranded on an island of loneliness, bereft and filled with
an unending emptiness, drained of life, existing in a vacuum
of humanity.
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Walking into sounds of intense music, feeling tempos
and beats filling my being, giving this mind an entic-
ing energy that never seems to quit or fade away.
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Intense rhythms touching me interiorly, giving passion a lift,
a joyful glee as I continue writing incessantly, listening to
notes and sounds, searching coded rhythms, seeing equations and mathematical formulas within intellect.
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Realizations flow into my mind, touching upon creative
areas within this brain, lively and thoughtful, portray-
ing photographic images as they participate in intellect.
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Intensely silent, thinking about life and all that I've
lived through so far, watching and being tempted as
everything unfolds.
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Recognizing a reality of dreams throughout the years,
seeing them infiltrating life with positive aspects,
giving new perspectives all the time.
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Tantalizing and energetic, music providing food for thought,
always giving extra portions to relieve stress and tension
through their easy-going rhythms.
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Steady staccato beats striving to ease me into another
morning of pleasurable memories, watching as others
comply to measures of rhythms and tempos through music.
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Notes and tones touching my mind, bringing pleasure and en-
ticing positive attitudes and moods, filling my being with
an exquisite happiness and joy.
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