RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Love being unique, not like anyone else in this entire
world, having fun, enjoying life through music, poetry
and art.
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Thinking of hot air balloons slowly drifting through the
heavens, looking out and down at the beauty of life on
earth.
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Happening to stop for a minute, looking up at the ceiling,
eyes roving over it, seeing something weird and different
there.
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Mind reading incessantly, loving to do crossword puzzles and
writing poetry, all to music, helping intellect to remember
everything seen and thought.
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Dreams coming from subconsciousness, taking on scenes and
feelings of reality, helping one to find answers to prob-
lems.
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Words falling from sounds of music like drops of water into
a puddle, touching this mind with an effervescent array of
colors, beautiful to the touch of intellect.
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Watching as feelings and emotions lie below an interior
ocean, silent and motionless, not being acknowledged
right now.
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Moving into a musical dimension alone, to enjoy melodies
and their rhythms, rejoicing in their excitement as they
take this mind into an imaginational reality, having fun
entertaining self.
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Solitary, feeling alone and enjoying its interior freedom,
absolutely no limits put on this mind or intellect, elate-
ed, joyful and filled with an innate vision of tomorrow.
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Thinking in notes and rhythms, following an innate vision
sitting brilliantly in this intellect, collecting thoughts
and energizing subconsciousness rapidly.
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