RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Remembering times when younger, playing on seventy-
five acres on Tullo Road.
Willow trees all around, my favorite hiding places
when I wanted to get away from my five younger
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Seeing a billboard bragging about gaming in Arizona,
contributing thirty-eight million dollars to
education here in our state.
Why then all the over-rides trying to get money
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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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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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Window images walking in and out of visual acuity
as I sit and gaze at nature from inside.
A gentle breeze puffing at tree leaves and branches,
allowing them a sensuous freedom of movement for a
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Swirling into another realm of recorded music,
feeling the inspiration filling my soul with
genuine possibilities in aspects of composition.
Allowing for the utmost scientific formulas
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Remunerations of life stand out against a backdrop of trials
and tribulations, tempting with repugnant situations.

As I travel through distinct measures of love, many travesties
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Taking little steps backward, remembering with a clarity,
conversations from the past.
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Entering a zone, filled with loud rocking music,
sating my soul, easing my mind as our future steps
onto the next shore of life.
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Solemnly in synch, dancing across my mind, feeling
time-altering mechanisms move and gyrate within.

Collecting visions of subconscious imaginings and
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