RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Never being at a loss for living moments in time,
finding utmost experiences most enjoyable when
they come from within my subconscious realms.
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Exacting priceless melodies from an atmosphere of inner
beauty, showing them upon screens of imagination, watching
their auras begin and continue through colorful clouds of
memories.
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Never standing still, yielding to a power and strength
of music, never to be interred in death's embrace.
Sticking to paths, lit by moonlight, shining the way
to past tomorrows.
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Balloons of caressing memories gather around in a
mind of tolerance.
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Following trails of peace through a haze of musical beauty,
expressing feelings of all as they sit in anticipation.
Awaiting the rhythm of notes to float into their minds,
creating lifetime memories.
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Sweetly caressing humorous feelings,
displaying them in inane activities.
Foraging through lifelines,
insinuating relative attributes to
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Drinking in peaceful breaths of ageless desire,
knowing at the end of nightfall that all artistic
beauty will be hung in museums, looked upon, yet
never touched again by another's hand.
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Walls of fortune surround me, yet never do I get to
touch or hold onto any of it.
Poverty-stricken, ambling slowly down streets of
hunger and destitution, attempting to hold onto
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Traveling down the road in a yellow cab, always watching,
seeing ten birds, all sitting on a telephone wire on the
side of the road.
Just chilling and passing the time away quietly, together.
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Kicking off shoes, tripping on bare feet, enjoying
feelings of toes in the sand.
Warm sensations flowing to my head, rejuvenating my
entire body with life-giving energy.
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