RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Aspects of life, creating many styles of people,
fashion happening at intervals in careers and
periods of aging into mature adults as seniors.
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Breath-taking views left in a mind from past sky diving
episodes.
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Ripples implore inner attitudes to make themselves
known in repertoire's dear.
Finality rears it's head with roaring ideas,
sublimating images in steps of prose.
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Dancing around in timeless space, waltzing and
embracing, feeling the closeness of another
human being.
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Searching depths of intelligence, forging inventive words,
melting them into prose begetting of literature.
Tossing away thought with careful ingenuity, watching it
fall into sentences that beckon maturity on earthly sands.
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Listening to Arabic music, using particles of imagination
seldom used.
Watching images dancing, beckoning me into their circles
of flame.
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Solidly swaying to tunes of peaceful artistic grace,
feeling soothing touches of beyond caress my brow.

Leading me down pathways of future rhythms, flowing
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Dancing effortlessly,
gliding across the floor in each other's arms.
Catching eyes as they pass by others sitting
at tables all around them.
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Standing on corners, separated from each other in another part of the world.
No way for us to reach or touch each other in the byways of life, so we two remain strangers, never meeting or getting to know each other.
Yet, I write continually and one day you read what I have written on a page in a book.
Learning who I am, knowing how I felt.
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Writing through the night, greeting a darkened morning at midnight with an expression of happiness.
Traveling through a repertoire of blending thoughts, writing them each in many words and sentences, forming poems from the essence and passion of my inner voice.
Having been silent all of life
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