RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Falling inside out,
finding myself on a road of no return.
Skeptical as can be, knowing that life
is ready to terminate my being.
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Waltzing throughout my mind,
capturing my essence in figurative
memories along the way.
Solitary feelings pulling me into
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Scenic views of the Atlantic ocean,
penetrating my mind with it's swelling
waves and beautiful tides, running into
me whenever I think of it back in New Jersey.
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Another day rolling away in taxi cabs,
going to destinations all over town,
just to see my many doctors.
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Beautiful bright colors, blue, yellow, orange,
favorites of mine, standing out in spheres of
my latent mind, awaiting the chance to be
visible in a poem like this.
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Losing myself in depths of music's rhythms,
forging new paths into imagination,
creating the entire essence of myself.
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Whenever around music, I fell it's rhythm interiorly,
holding me captive, honoring my memory - with writing
in poems of life and events I'm experiencing and living
through.
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Reiterating symphonies in my mind, connecting them
to sounds of today, along with rock and rap.
Together, coming into the future with a mixture of
techno, involving all the tones in tandem.
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Calmly interacting with rhythm as it calculates itself
into measures given in accounts of poetical existence.
Singling exact etudes into a quarry of valuable minerals,
being exercised and excised through chemical solutions.
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Revolving through doors of intuition,
finding many spheres of extra-sensory
perception, unfolding in my mind,
giving all sorts of visions to my heart.
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