RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching through interior windows at all that life has given me through the years.
Good times and hard, making me stronger for having gone through
it all on my own.
Stressing over things at times, wanting to do things my way and
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Recognizing issues of life, throwing them aside for now.
Looking to delve into a natural high as I sit and write
from memory.
Searching deeds of yesterday, hoping there are enough
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Playing around jazz, circling notes of life,
just to experiment with their temperaments.
Slicing tones, energizing major rhythms so
it will turn all tones into speeding measures.
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Rhythmically pressing keys in time with images trying to
be noticed.
Enticing so many thoughts out into the open, all of them
cooperating at one level or another.
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Enjoying sounds of Chopin,
tracing patterns and designs
akin to every note heard.
Sovereign platelets of energy
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Windows standing open to nature and her beauty,
allowing an atmosphere of honesty and forthright
talent to appear.
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Clouds drifting down the pathways of doubting people.
Wanting to shower upon everyone below, yet not having
any water in their bellies, dried beyond comprehension
from a drought of major proportions.
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Tiptoeing through music, finding the way through rhythms that never
lead anyone astray.
Keeping stride together, evenly being matched on earth.
Wandering lost pathways, finding only trails kept in empty promises
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Switching energy, lying back in sleepy ideas of tomorrow.
Dreaming of emotions that used to hurt me and now are
crisscrossing against my mind.
Issuing barriers of silence to be taken in consideration
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Walking in the ocean, while rain pours upon me, yet I don't even
notice its' cold, feelings, because I'm interiorly berefit.
No one standing on shore to welcome me back upon the sand.
Tears streaming into the waves as each one is buried and washed
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