RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sun rising in your eyes, elevating the beauty of a lifetime, becoming a part of another facet, belonging to heaven.
A tender sadness grasping my heart, not wanting to let you go, knowing I'll never see you again.
Though the feelings fill my heart with your life throughout the songs I write, intensely meant for only your mind as the music hides the love I felt for you on earth.
Taking many tears and placing them among the treasures of my soul today.
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Swaying to inner beats, keeping me on track.
Sanity remains steadfast in my mind, writing
feelings down to stretch imagination and wind
intellect around it's sources, becoming the
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Nothing looks the same when rhythm enters the picture,
life explodes into many colored notes of bereavement,
taking privileges with joy in hearts of many.
Bittersweet, tantalizing taste buds of the mind are
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Faith sitting astride hope, holding on for dear life through every tribulation and daily suffering.
Comfort comes from nowhere - no one.
Folding into myself more each day, there's no longer anything on earth for me.
An empty shell, nothing within, all of my being has disappeared into thin air.
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Languidly playing the piano in my brain, giving it free and limitless freedom to go towards horizons of tomorrow in fields of picturesque beauty.
Meshing every emotion into a quilt of poetical grace, beginning from here to eternity.
Finding solace accompanying me throughout evenings of tantamount excitement and allowing no gaps to bridge faulty ideas.
Penetrating every sense of being, bringing them all out to exercise and become a part of something bigger and better.
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Sitting back, thinking over many moments lived through already.
Unknown pathways never figured out, just traipsing over eternal periods of silence.
Tuning carefully to mixed emotional senses, while relaxing in reliable spheres of leisure.
Noting stances of past ages, trying to relegate thoughts from back then, with those of now and brimming over onto waterfalls, cascading onto mountains of celebrated journeys.
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Tapping keys of an interior piano, playing songs as I compose them according to my intellectual ability.
Crossing many pathways to get to destinations set by fate and destiny.
Climbing onto planes, just to soar above earth without fears to deal with.
Anchoring self with rhythms of the past, yearning for them only.
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Collecting memories at last, finding emotional ties that coalesce with reminders of yesterday's passage.
Sounding loudly, traipsing over many measures lying back and falling over.
Sensing a beauty set beyond life's acquiescence, giving a beacon to follow one day in the future.
Shining lights showing the way to ever-ending horizons in life's catacombs.
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