RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking across the floor, our friend, wanting to
move to the beat and tempo of the music being
played, attempting it half-heartedly and then
giving up.
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Leaving behind all thoughts of displeasure, longing instead for feelings of belonging and love of family.
Existing to use talent God has given me to touch other's lives in some way, to give them hope or have a smile touch them interiorly for moments in time.
Alone, yet touched by God through another, giving faith a chance to grow.
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Performing acts of generosity doesn't always mean giving money,
at times, you can give of yourself, just by lending an ear to
someone who needs to talk.
Opening self to other's needs can bring aid in ways least expected.
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Chugging down dance floors, trying out new steps,
trying to be precise and not quite making it.
Looking around, feeling pleased with the atmosphere
and environment.
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Juxtapositioning my mind, wanting it to find a space
in time where it can be comfortable and able to
enjoy rhythms happening all around me at the Wagon
Yard.
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Taking steps, entering the twilight of life, no longer
wanting to put up with an abusive husband.

Looking for a way to escape this horrendous situation,
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Reaching inwards where all of life exists within our souls,
watching how it continues beating along with rhythms of
another life, lived for moments in eternity.
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Particles of life flowing through rhythms, taking us to
farther sides of melodies, giving us the energy to stride
forward.
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Racing down the 51 in a yellow cab, on the way to an
appointment, relaxing, listening to KOOL radio and
it's many great oldies.
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Listening to sounds of musical poetry within, fanciful
delights dancing in continuous motion, allowing freedom
of movement and choice.
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