RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Musical rhythms now shaking bars of an interior prison, trying to escape, yet it just doesn't seem to be possible for mind and heart.

They seem to be captivated by colors of sound as they become sensitized and left to fend for themselves, just recognizing beginnings of yesterday.
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Pacing every step to rhythms as they tend to walk along sidewalks that never seemed to end.

Following their ups and downs into envelopes of a yesterday that never moves beyond today.
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Happy trails taking us down rhythmic aisles of yesterday in go karts that we used to race around in circles when we were so much younger, wanting to be entertained.

Never a stranger to the energy of a child, always pushing forward into the density of just being, wanting to touch upon time tables of life's expectations.
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Rainbow dreams flowing above, enjoying the birth of a brand new human being born in melodies of a morning that gathered strings wrapped around all memories of life.

All of them tied together into the very fabric of our soul's beings on a walkway into the milky way's atmosphere far above this earth, relating to moods of tomorrow.
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Love rising into the sky taking minds with it into the magic of being, hearts lighting up, confiding in the wonder of stars brightly lit in the stratosphere.

Our minds wanting to roam the heavens without sadness touching the silent autumn of our love being artistically traced in the loving of our hearts so simple and innocent.
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Fingers of a mind playing songs and their melodies in stands of musical beauty while entertaining the life of this mere poet.

Tracing and beginning once again in peaceful ways of serenity as each and every measure begins.
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Swinging on a porch swing, letting soul rise into the sunrise as life meets it half way up, traipsing and walking into a world that never tires of being energized.

Loving how it gives such an anticipation while living on another lever that no one can see, only hear in the darkness, no worries at all.
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Rhythms dropping like abc's from a child's innocence and pure insight that never dies, only living in positive and sacred measures as they pick up speed.

Much like a child who's heart wants to become in designs and patterns of music, listening to her little voice and watching as she gains balance.
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Waves rising rhythmically, soothing interior heartaches and pain, letting them soar into another place where all will be forgotten in measures of time.

Roaming, talking, never stopping in the mystical beauty of what's going into the universe, being waylaid while watching rhythms steadily tiptoeing away.
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Wishing upon mysteries that turn hearts of hate into spirits of love and devotion while spending time looking into the eyes of a child.

A little girl so beautiful and innocent, singing aloud, not afraid at all, a wonderful rendition of father and daughter that will be a never-ending stepping stone in her life.
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