RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Taking turns exchanging voices through rhythm's melodies, extracting a variety of tones as they mesh with my heart.
Allowing the differences to come together, creating a new sound, titillating to every sense contained within conscious whispers.
Excavating everything, bringing it into the center of my world.
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Escaping the lime light, hiding out in a cafe
of undisturbed reticence.
Curling up in corners of musical composition
as lights are dimmed and fall asleep.
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Reflections of moonlight giving me pause,
hoping to ease myself onto shores,
leisurely finding the way into edges of
behavior, fitting for someone who loves
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Reaching for feelings I lost so long ago
when my parents died and left me an orphan.
Seething anger uncomfortably needling me within,
pushing me into depths of loneliness I don't want
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Dreaming of blossoms, throwing their
aromas into winds of my interior rhythm's,
causing a pilgrimage to begin in early
evening, in lands of contemplative mirrors.
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Tracing patterns into dense beats of rhythm,
forsaking everyday experiences just to be in
the midst of intense immersion.
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Factually recognizing patterns as they flash through my mind and catch a place in line.
Falling apart, then rearranging themselves in very difficult designs, portraying activities of my imagination as they thrive on enlightened knowledge of the future.
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Wiring thoughts into corners of imagination brings a subconscious stirring of beautiful pictures of the past.
Times of youth as they were being lived in, with no hindrances of future developments coming and destroying the peace I once knew.
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Curving around the isolation of my being,
gives me an idea to say how I feel in writing.
Taking extra time to become what I need to be
as I fall asleep in the interim.
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Curving around the isolation of my being,
gives me an idea to say how I feel in writing.
Taking extra time to become what I need to be
as I fall asleep in the interim.
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