RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Forging ahead, taking time to learn everything that I can,
curiosity overtaking everything in life, wanting to know
it all before dying.
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Retiring late every night, staying up reading, writing,
listening to and composing music, loving this mere
poetical life that God has so graciously given to me.
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Playing a piano in my mind, letting rhythms take me soaring
into other dimensions and universes, believing in the good-
ness of this earthly life.
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Waiting as usual for blood work to be done here in the lab
waiting room, writing poetry, listening to music, enjoying
the peace and serenity being afforded to me so lavishly.
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A saddened heart whimpering in the corner, tears falling
silently from blue eyes, not wanting to stop at all, an
intense loneliness and sorrow have displaced my heart.
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Sauntering through aisles of memories, watching their images,
mind touching upon them with feelings and emotions rising
steadily through measures of time.
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Jumping, running, enjoying thoughts scattered like leaves
all through my mind, finding it immensely tantalizing and
alluring.
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Romping through fields of roses, their aromas reaching my mind
and senses as I walk through their beautiful landscapes fig-
uratively and imaginatively.
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Looking out the window, seeing trees, young and just be-
ginning to grow towards heaven, nature touching my soul
so delicately with a peaceful serenity and spirituality.
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Remembering days long gone with fond memories, wishing I
could step back in time and relive them more often as I
grow older.
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