RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rainbows of sound gliding and sliding across the
dance floor, guitar stuttering, not bothering any-
one at all.
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Memories running around, touching mind, heart and
intellect with their feelings reaching out to the
people sitting here in the Wagon Yard.
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Music charging every fiber of this poet's being,
whispering of all the wonder being see throughout
the years.
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Dance floor crowded, adults loving to step to each
of the rhythms tonight, a child, two years old, up
and dancing with her Mom.
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Lights turned down low, enticing people to get up and
dance in front of the stage, strobe lights scanning
the entire restaurant.
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Mind waltzing throughout this serene night, slow-
ly feeling the exact moment that love entered this
heart so gently.
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Waiting through the years for a genuine love to keep
me warm on cold nights in the tent when camping.

Listening to the coyotes howl, seeing the moon, look-
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Rising anger eclipsing this peaceful evening in a mood,
taking a negative route instead of making a choice to
turn it off and just enjoy this quiet night as it takes
time gently within this heart.
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Rising anger eclipsing this peaceful evening in a mood,
taking a negative route instead of making a choice to
turn it off and just enjoy this quiet night as it takes
time gently within this heart.
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Lights reflecting upon plates standing empty upon
wooden tables, attitudes now slenderly touching
our minds as they combine with designs of an innate
creative process.
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