RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tantalizing energy from rhythms filling my soul with
it's beauty and precision.
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Sadness envelopes my mind as my heart flips into pools
of grief, awaiting reluctant tears.
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Racing through feelings, feeling their tears
rip through my interior soul.
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Relaxing on a front porch attached to a cabin at Camp
Tontozona, enjoying mountain and pine tree views.

Watching clouds, black and gray, huddle together above,
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Sadness creeps into our lives through back doors at times,
taking us by surprise, devastating our neat, tidy ideas of
what life should be like.
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Touching halos of angels in dreams, feeling their healing,
calming effects on tense bodies.

Sorting through mysteries, trying to always be near and
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Reciting words in a sing-song manner, tripping along
rhythms path, filling interiorly with graceful melody
and serene discipline.
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Embellishing life fruitfully with exciting bylines of
ecstasy pulling me forward into melodies of rhythmic
ideality.
Searching, traveling, picking up beautiful clues to
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Reality coercing music to strive for the night, exhausting
all endeavors to follow truths through moments against all
odds.
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