RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Softly tiptoeing through gardens of blossoming thoughts,
enjoying their beauty and essence, touching me interiorly.

Loving the solace of every image, reaching out and tapping
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Mornings of this year are forming concrete designs in mind,
formulating many numbers, taking their places in imagination.

Bringing a tabulation of every idea shaping itself in the
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Feverishly writing and keeping abreast of advantages being
formed in intellect.

Spreading mathematical coordinates into abstractions,
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Remembering thoughts as they gather and collect in recesses
of this mind, locating many desires that fill me amply with
so many ideas.
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Watching dry, brown leaves lying upon concrete,
not moving or stirring at all, dead upon the
ground, when just yesterday they were living
and breathing on their own.
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Jumbling and rocking thoughts to incessant interior rhythms,
watching the beauty of life opening up like blossoms of a
million roses.
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Beginning exercises are lifting me into new heights of life
where I can solve my identity and release the old ways.

Wanting to be explored and met, never to let go of inner
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Watching melodies come and play in my mind, taking me back
into the past where remembering is kept.

So ultimately complete, giving solace through this amazing
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Finding self, sketching a new me, in behaviors of interior
attitudes, changing so creatively and beautifully.

Sending self into depths of new love and climbing ivy walls
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Signing the outcome of life, sitting on a horizon of another
time, listening to rhythms of ocean tides, watching days come
and go before me.
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