RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Life is such a dream, filled with wonder and curiosity,
enough to fill an ocean, yet it is so temporary and we
try to hold on to it.
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Listlessly awaiting something to penetrate this
boring Wednesday morning.
Searching horizons for anything to appear and
become a part of my life.
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Walkways to distant lands lie empty before me,
beckoning with nature's frivolity and fun.
Sitting here on the doorstep of humanity,
looking over landscapes with an eye of my mind,
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Sizing up situations as they pursue us in lifetimes
of precursory doubt is tantamount to staying alive
without falling into depressions.
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Waltzing down lanes of memories, picking and choosing
their blossoming images as they rise to meet me on
the way.
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Rainbows of blue follow me through life, giving me
strength and encouragement, helping me to cross
oceans of silent sorrow.
Stretching across billions of miles, leaving parts
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Dolphins leap and cavort on ocean currents and tides,
playing in my mind for complacent periods of time.
Talented echoes being heard in salt water atmospheres
below our vision are repeated for generations under-
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Balancing rhythms and beats upon his set of drums,
flowing with a natural innate rhythmic intelligence.
Smiling and contented through each performance,
playing from his heart as if he were one with the
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Peeking through blinds, watching nature bask in a
morning sun.
Tickled with an early breeze, plants and trees
laughingly giggling and wiggling about in mid-air.
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Skyways of imagination are wide open, beckoning thought
to widen and expand it's dominion.
Sophistry of reality is a dime in a fountain; reverse
and unwind, unravel curled up ideas to be seen and
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