RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Switching gears, falling into a pattern, following it through imagination, collecting all the thoughts and images I find there and adding them to my repertoire in poetry.
Writing so fast, attempting to keep up with my mind, tripping at times, yet coming along, arranging everything as I go quickly through subconscious reminisces on paths of creativeness.
Looking forward to upcoming days in writing - of everything I've accomplished every day of my life.
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Ringing in the complacent mood I'm gathering - live music hitting my being.
Sololy portraying life as I write, giving an essence to everything I see here in poetry.
Slashing and sliding up and down a guitar, giving me such exquisite feelings that I never want to die, only live to hear it for all eternity.
Music causing me to dive into realms of imagination as I move constantly forward in processions of poetical musings.
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Searching through many ideas, inventing things as I go along with
peaceful thoughts being generated in my mind.
Never leaving anything to chance, beginning with a word of
happenstance.
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Wishing the time could be stopped for a day or two -
or maybe longer, so I could continue to stay in this
place of energetic musical writing.
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Thoughts coalescing inside, meeting with an intrepid silence of unfulfilled love that once promised to be mine forever.
Now, all that's left of it's beautiful feelings are bittersweet tears filling chalices of remorse through the years.
Wanting so much more from what we used to have, now I sit in saddened dejection, playing music in depths of lonely emptiness.
Alone in life, bereft of companionship as I play emotions in spaces of musical measures.
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Soothing my soul in depths of rock and roll, quieting my spirit and releasing any and all tension from within.
Silence filling me with a joyful serenity as I swim and dive in magnificent rhythms being played in an Arizona morning that will continue into the afternoon.
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