RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rising up and down, elated with rhythms being played in a
staccato style, running tempos tackling my mind, chasing
down every note through measures of each melody.
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Going into edges of destiny, looking to find energy of past
memories, hoping to revive their images along the way, feel-
ing the feelings soaking into my heart.
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Stretching and shaking in an evening dusk, listening to
sounds of country-western music, saddened verses being
sung as guitars strum people's hearts of sorrow.
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Stationing self in a place of quiet stillness, able to see
in every direction, watching people in many dimensions toss-
ing rhythms about.
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Galloping into canyons of an interior desert, taking it
all in stride while focusing totally on the tempests
blowing across this arid desert.
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Reaching down into depths of my soul, touching the essence
and purpose of my life, giving it an energy it ordinarily
would never have in this life.
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Riding across the U.S.A. on a Greyhound bus, listening to
the wonder of landscapes silently sliding by the windows
of this vehicle.
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Sun now going down, taking me into a dreamland of spectacu-
lar music, spending itself on me alone, drifting with an
empty heart.
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Peaceful and easy feeling coming upon me as I listen to
rhythms and melodies of my interior spirit, touching so
delicately with their beauty.
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Walking a line down the center of life, hoping to never fall
either way, striving to stay carefully in lengths of it's
strident indications.
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