RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Little girls talking, laughing, teasing their older
brother who seems to be taking it good naturedly so
far anyway.
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Penetrating an atmosphere of silent stillness, my being
going interiorly, finding the peace that I desperately
need right now.
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Watching as night falls outside a window, lights going on
to illuminate the darkness.

Thoughts rubbing daylight from their minds, changing into
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Destined for fame in literature, based on what others
say, not myself at all, only writing for one purpose,
well two, I guess.
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Slip sliding away, loving to be tantalized by rhythms
as they have fun playing with my mind.

chords popping, notes flying, tempos soaring into my
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Creativeness filling me full of new ideas and thoughts,
not ever being tied down before, all of them originals
straight from my own intellect.
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Sun setting over darkened mountains, standing tall on the
western horizon.

Loving the beauty they express constantly day and night,
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Pleasure filling me with each new invigorating rhythm,
it's tempo tickling imagination with it's rapid beats,
animating inner thoughts.
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Crossing words in puzzles, figuring out their definitions
and placing letters correctly into squares on boards made
of paper.
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Pounding rhythms bringing light, colors and music onto
inner sheets of rhythm, writing it all down meticulously.

Never losing sight of it as it plays incessantly in this
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