RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Triangular prisms form in my mind, mathematically formulating
patterns and designs for future images of words.
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Wings of prayer form circles around me, casting shadows
of angels upon my surrounding environment.
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Wonder and awe judicially entering a mind of words with the
curiosity of a kitten curled up in a ball of fur.
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Electrically feeling rhythm touch my mind with it's
inherent beauty and finesse.
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Memories fascinate us with their
thoroughness of life's past moments.
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Poetical time is exacting and precise,
kept eternally in my mind.
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A lone leaf, brown and dry,
being blown down a concrete
sidewalk.
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Looking askance at life, watching an angle not seen
often in minds of logic.

An introduction of imagination from the other side
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Sublime capitulation, surrounding a mirage with an aura of life
and it's sensory messages kept clear and concise.
Moonlighting after dark, being serenaded by voices in ebony
shadows of love, waiting their turn in line, wanting to become
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Sunshine shading me with brilliant color,
blending and fading into shadows of delight.

A delicate pattern, falling upon desert ground,
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