RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Vibrations carrying me throughout rhythms being listened
to, fully alive and intellectually intact, being kept and
cherished deep within an interior life.
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Swaying and rocking to melodies interiorly, taking me
soaring into an intellectual atmosphere where only I
exist.
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Never having had a manicure or pedicure, no pretty dresses
or jewelry anymore for I'm unable to work according to my
doctors, it's too much stress.
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Soundichly playing softened beats as I languish in
moments of tissue covering my face with tears of
emotion.
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Falling in love the world is a dream, a fantasy come true,
feeling in seventh heaven for a man who loves only you,
getting married, having children, growing old together.
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Feeling tired, but sleep is eluding me in the stillness
of this night, mind traipsing slowly with sounds of soft
classical music.
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Mellowing within the confines of sweet melodies, letting
them blossom and flourish through intellect as I write
poetry.
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Swaying and rocking to melodies interiorly, taking me
soaring into an intellectual atmosphere where only I
exist.
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Evening continues to drift into morning with left over
visions of dreams dreamt last night, covering this mind
in enlightening and appetizing items to write about.
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Pounding rhythms taking me into depths of an interior life
where all essence is benefitted, filling me with a joyful
fulfillment and tantalizing beauty.
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