RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Having a penchant for music,
wanting to hear it all the
time, never tiring of it.
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Rhyming in depths of beauty's peaceful view on life.
Wishing to be all that I find within, expecting songs
to fill me with anticipation for times I have left to
write about family and friends.
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Thoughts held in harbor,
ages of dreams keep peering about.
Feeling safe and moving forward
into the lightened darkness of a
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Sleepily nodding, eyes half-closed, sitting with a shawl wrapped around her cold shoulders.
Listening silently to musical songs and their renditions.
Enjoying every word as it falls between the notes of evening.
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Asea in a storm of idealic measures, being comforted by the movement of the waves as they toss and turn in a restless sleep.
Turning, facing the eastern horizon, thinking of the deepest depth of ocean beneath me, wondering what is swimming below.
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Life does not come full circle, at times it is rectangular or square with no logic or sense to rhythms of life.
We fall between corners, are bewildered and lose our way.
Searching, finding our way interiorly, will set us straight in our circular circumference again.
Living as best we can without losing our ways completely.
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Daily life sets aside breath-taking moments,
filling our beings with joy over very little
things, ordinary in many ways.
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Twisting around within, feeling a sadness coming over me,
even though there is music with an upbeat German tone to
it for this celebration of Ocktoberfest.
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Soundly listening, just barely,
above the din of a crowded room.
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Textures of things are felt by sensations, touching my brain scientifically, helping to feel them through writing.

Totally immersed, touching thoughts with all feelings, traveling throughout
life in imagination.
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