RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stylishly walking down lanes, capturing the essence of
nature's life on byways of mysterious consequences.
Enlivening bursts of energy fall from branches of trees,
saturating the ground with their life-giving essences.
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Quivering like an arrow racing by itself,
being propelled through the morning atmosphere.
Situated on mountaintops, watching with renewed
interest at what is taking place before me.
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Everything is filled with talent, represented by artistic
abilities.
We are explicitly focused on nature and people around us,
mixing us with rhythmical measures, stepping to beats of
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Awaiting innate abilities to awaken and shine over life,
pouring creativity into everyday events.
Surprising spiritual rhythms with beautiful exercises of
morning, entering gates of imagination with abstracts
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Settling into a spiritual contemplation, serene throughout,
at peace with the world as I watch my Granddaughter open
like a flower bud with those around her.
Dancing, accepting the friendliness of elderly people.
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Wandering aimlessly through aisles of my mind,
locating rhythms I prefer to write with and
easing my soul into depths of contemplation.
Building an interior space of ingenuity and
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Ways of life can be so cruel as some people get cancer and try
to survive, living for family members when they'd rather let go.
Yet, hope lingers when with loved ones, challenging illness with
unconditional love.
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Catching eyes of my mind with nature's glances and outpourings
of love, giving of self in explanatory verse.
Universal messages being written down for posterity and future
family members, when I'm gone on my solo journey to outskirts
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Gliding across lifetimes on earth, of experience in a myriad
expanse of thoughts, rendering aid to whatever comes about.
Silencing indeterminate reason as it searches for logic in
amusement of pleasure.
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