RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Trotting down lanes of distant tomorrows, holding onto hopes
and promises of yesterday, with clarity and intensity.

Noting the insistence of feelings growing gently and tenderly
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Listening to waves of rhythms tinker with my brain, feeling
the sensations and enjoying them immensely.

Wonderful vibrations taking me into depths of incessant
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Calling cards being driven home to islands of another plain,
taking me into the collective museums of another life, filled
with memories of the past.
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Centering in the midst of an oblong circumference,
wandering around and watching boundaries enlarge
and shrink in edges of night.
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Circuits of electronic keyboards fill the air with
electricity from within landscapes of rhythm.

So often calming, soothing and beginning another
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Running and searching for something that may never be found,
causing inner pain and quiet desperation.

Alone, an outcast, misunderstood on all accounts, left out
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Suicidally contemplating this life, it's failure, it's
miserable existence, it's cruelty.

Ties broken, lying on a grave, no stone to mark it's way,
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Funeral sounding music pounding, shaping melodies of death,
as it is heard.

Sneaking quietly upon strands of life, left hanging in the
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Silent sounds of a harmonica, playing in the background, a
saddened solo journey down trails of sorrow.

Capturing the essence of life, allowing it the freedom that
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Dying, lying on my mind,
just preparing to meet
it again in a final journey
towards a sunset on another
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