RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Triangular squares taking shape, forming in my mind.
Eliciting patterns of novel thought, sliding across
memory's unconscious paths of rightful thinking.
Contrary to pillars of strength, all eyes fall instead,
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Screens of football games running back and forth,
being ignored by many people, listening instead
to a band of music, ringing around their minds.
Tossing us out into spaces of rhythm, we inter
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Wakeful moments spent in trying out new tastes of music
and lively measurements of novel ideas.
Images pop out like notes on a banjo, picked just for
my mind, over a delightful dinner for two.
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Peacefully igniting candles of prayer, tending them
carefully.

Sending their heavenly smoky odors to gates of heaven,
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Tempos rhythmically counting beats on scores of
musical etudes.
Playfully enjoying every sound of keyboard and drums
heading my way.
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Racking brains with titillating touches of Cajun music.
Understanding not needed as long as the beat affects
the tempo of your being.
Becoming many measures of musical scores, talented
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Turning inward, playing my mindful clarinet of ages,
tuning it to my particular mood.
Fitting it like a puzzle piece to thoughts, thinking themselves into cognitive abstractions, while they
delve deeply into feelings, craving attention on
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