RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Staying up all night until the morning light falls upon
my mind's pillow, continuously writing poetry, feeling
the intensity of music confiding in my being.
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Feeling vibrations taking over feelings and emotions,
soaring happily throughout life while writing poetry,
interpreting every note and translating it into poems.
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Rattling and bumping sequences of rhythms, giving them
many measures filled with joy, taking along a sense of
humor, adding to the fun in music where I always live.
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Reflections seen through mirrors are nothing like the
ones I see through photographic screens interiorly,
memories full and entire treasuring every feature.
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Strings of remembrance fill my mind, just touching one of
them brings it's memory into focus instantaneously, never
any waiting having to be done.
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Waiting through measures of time, life moving quietly at
it's own pace, taking everything in stride, leaving strife
to deal with itself for now.
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Walking along lone pathways, casually looking around,
noticing everything, enjoying pleasant sensations that
are touching me through nature's fulfillment.
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Pressing keys of enticing chords, filling me with a supply
of unending energy that keeps me going throughout the night,
listening to sounds of darkness.
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Watching as life takes me on silent journeys through
interior universes, going in and out of other dimen-
sions, living in their refreshing new concepts.
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Waiting patiently in a doctor's waiting room, knowing he
has my best interest at heart.

Meticulous and thorough, taking notes and following through
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