RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Listening to my heart play melancholy music, draining
hopelessness away from my soul, turning life around
for a while, filling me with contented serenity for
now.
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A soul floating on prayer, intertwined with a love of
God, becalms unreasonable tidings of misguided, judge-
mental people.
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Thoughtless words spell out feelings being felt
by people who are tangled with precepts of seedy
connotations.
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Walking happily down rose-scented lanes of familiar
tunes, being played by accordion style musicians today.
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Releasing prescient facets into my being, sating me
like a prestidigitation affectation.

Easily flowing, turning backwards, altering life's
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Blaring it's way into my mind, a trumpet sounds it's
feelings into my being, awakening a subconscious
desire to want to play it myself.
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Throbbing beats of ancestral life in days of old,
anniversally meet and greet me through songs of
yesterday.
Eliciting familial memories, at times farcical
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Prints of allayed fears are framed and looked at
during times of reticent apprehension.

Stepping along lines of artwork, filling galleries
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Immersed in totality, swallowing it's immense
directness into a life of purpose, allowing no
entry to any other person.
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Lonely particulates filter into visions of particular
resonant ideas of nondescript placement, in tiers of
respect and dignity.
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