RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Feeling a coldness, like ice come upon me.
Filling me with its essence,
taking me into it's folds of hard white crystals,
causing my teeth to chatter and body to shiver.
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Flying shadows being pushed and shoved through the air,
daring any of them to protest.
Waving away every bit of leaves, shattering them into
the pool as they're yanked off of trees where they were
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Going deeper into inner space, finding emotions waiting
there, wanting to be expressed in no uncertain terms.

Taking steps forward, letting me feel their stubborn
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Flooding interiorly with an ocean of tidal waves,
pushing and knocking me down forcefully.
Wanting to be explored and met through channels
of emotional turbulence, not taking no as an answer.
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Owl eyes staring out at me from inside a picture
hanging on the wall, awaiting people to admire it's
artistic grace.
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Music is a driving force, set in since childhood,
leading me toward many epiphanies in an artistic
world of grace.
Thoughtfully ruminating over edges of existence,
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Angles and patterns of light falling like water in a
picture formed from the interior of an artist's mind.
Having an idea, putting it to canvas and apportioning it in
just the right slant and position to show off the artistic
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Sitting in the quiet repository of unallowable disturbance,
gathering information and possible figures of knowledge
without the ordinary process of actuality.
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Mirrored back upon reflections, stirring images to appear
in fragmented pieces across the span of time.

A cloudy haze, swinging across visions, tantalized by
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Sacred thoughtfulness approaches contemplation on a higher
level.

Living alone on a desert shore, creating wonderful visions
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