RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Silently, crying inside, walking around in a deep ravine of sadness as I try to find words to express it's profound effect on my heart and mind.
Tacitly hiding within myself, wandering in saddened musical sounds, drenching me with their feelings, taking me into depths of emotion where I am astounded at their value and worth in my quiet little life.
Imagining the beauty I have found into a poem.
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Raining into my soul, all the sadness of a lifetime folding itself into my being.
Reaching deeply inside, and swimming around in musical sounds, letting myself be absorbed with their lilting rhythms.
Increased joy unfolding itself in many rhymes of imagination, telling everyone about a life beyond my own.
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Love beating in my heart, jumping to it's feet, allowing an idea to form and bring complacent dreams right where I am.
Walking into visions of past belonging, treasuring their wonderful essence in my mind's heart.
Visiting them in dreams of my memories, always holding them closely to watch and feel, any time the interior sadness becomes too much.
Attracting all types of misgivings, yet granting a license to roam into frontiers of future pastimes.
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Vacantly staring into environmental landscapes, hoping to see future
omens of predictability so life can be sent straight to the end of a good cause.
Splendid sights appearing in visions of tomorrow's fate, holding on regularly to ordinary things, missing the small miracles of every moment.
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Flowering into thoughts as music rotates throughout my mind,
stretching nature into unconfined spaces, preparing it for
consequences and an awakening of inconsequential fate.
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Unusual sounds touching parts of my brain, tuning it like a guitar, bringing it into a harmony with beyond.
Limits having been found and surpassed, bringing me into profound depths of my soul, never felt before.
Justifying life and it's beautiful essence while touching my own and bringing passion totally out into the open.
Lasting formulas making musical poetry and letting it flow onto paper unendingly.
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Chewing on edges of my mind as I think
of what is being shown to me in
measured meters of music and rhyming.
Tasting memories of past meals,
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Someday will never come until the last moment of breath on earth.
Then all of the sadness, sorrow, abandonment and suffering will have
ended on the last sound left behind.
Resting in the future of heaven with God forever beside me, never to allow me to feel any of those emotions again.
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