RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Turning inward, not wanting to see the light of day
in any way.
Sticking only to my inner desires, writing, music,
artistic grace as they dance and flow before me in
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Likely circumferences being filled with visions I create,
newly divine, taken in with a graceful beauty not seen
upon earth.
Taking away all the distractions, calmly solving patterns,
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Talking going on around me, yet I prefer to be alone
in my head where no one can hurt or touch my heart-
strings with their selfish desires.
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Strands of hair, curling, blowing across this paper
as I write.

Distracting for only a moment before I gently pick
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Starting over after nine-eleven, cringing whenever smoke
rises or a plane flies over my head.
Memories clouding my mind, of that fateful day, so many
lives lost needlessly.
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Rain comes and cleanses my soul
and mind with it's pure essence.

Riding along with the windows down,
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Singing to my mind, developing an awareness of interior
aims, continuing expectations, checking with reality's outcomes.

Sinuous thoughts, begging to be allowed onto plateaus
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Arranging a variety of sounds, congregating en masse around
new ideas, choosing abstracted wisdom to fold into the mix.
Creating another faction of literature to be molded and
shaped while I listen intently.
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Quietly anticipating an energy built from rhythm and tones
of interior souls, begetting a pious notion from beyond.
Tasting of flavorful beauty, mixed with nature's intense
desires over all the earth.
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