RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Slowly cruising by on rhythms of yesterday, memories being
recycled through replaying of music, stepping in time,
coming together, finding pleasure intellectually.
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Swinging with steady beats throughout the morning and early
afternoon, placing a sequence of other-worldly periods on
display for my mind to see.
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Energizing within, taking every opportunity to write in
depths of self-realization and intellect, watching, learn-
ing and doing.
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Energizing within, taking every opportunity to write in
depths of self-realization and intellect, watching, learn-
ing and doing.
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Frolicking and playing in fields of music, watching it ebb
and flow like a river into the ocean before me, tantalizing
possibilities, daring to challenge every thought coming alive.
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Standing by the wayside, letting life pass me by, taking
time and letting it sift through my fingers, never being
held or molded like clay.
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Down beating in life, tapping inane properties, wanting to
make them productive at last in one way or another, sep-
arating fibers and particles through equations.
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Laying tones on top of one another like bricks, making a wall
between others and myself, wanting to contemplate, be away
from people to do what I need to.
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Being schooled in a tremendous amount of music and rhythms,
caressing and hugging every note being played within my
mind.
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Rushing into the afternoon, mind wide open, racing to the
finish line as fast as rhythms will take me, loving the
speed, going with it's beats.
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