RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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Magical Landscapes

Signals of eternity come forth, edging in lace-like tones, existing in total rhythms of living.
Sincere sentiments, tallying everyday thoughts, picturing many visions in colorful array.
Always keeping busy throughout nighttime fantasies of imagination.
Crowding out unfortunate feelings of emptiness, filling self instead with particles of joy in effervescent luminatio
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10932.
Emerald Fields

Running through emerald fields of vision, looking ahead to sand dunes of future deserts.
Beautiful designs of existing pictures and familiar patterns, escaping from long deluges of hopelessness and oblong duty.
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10933.
Silence Of Nature

Hanging my head like branches on a tree.
Listening for a friendly voice,
knowing there will only be the silence of
nature enveloping me within senses of being.
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10934.
Expansive Boundaries

Soft lighting, emitting tender senses of future sorrows.
Coming closer to interior emotions, filling every corner with expectant hope and grasping faith with a holiness unequaled on earth.
Stepping, and sliding, across widths of expansive boundaries, giving tones of musical beauty on chords of yesterday's remembrance.
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10935.
Portraying Moments

Rattling soundlessly along moments of spectacular tones, gathering each note and placing it against my mind.
Placing every beat and rest on musical scores, arranging and composing a lifetime of beauty as it comes into my being.
Picturing it all on inner screens, portraying moments of design and pattern into motion, moving along sideways at times.
Reveling in steps of particular notions and taking senses off into other worlds beyond me.
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10936.
Tender Grief

Suddenly feeling totally alone, tears mounting in blue eyes, trying to spill out, expressing sadness.
Yet, I won't allow them to, as I sit and listen to saddened melodies touching my mind's heart with tender grief.
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10937.
Imagination's Circles

Noting rhythms standing alone, listening to no other drummers.
A solo life, explicitly talented in realms of imagination's reality,
following circles of enlightenment, tangling with vocals of reticent memories.
Songs being written as they are silently composed and played, turning over constantly with overwhelming ferocity.
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10938.
Fading Into Lines

Falling into lines, seeing canyons turn into abysses of failure, at times losing all hope and other times finding an excuse to keep on going.
Sorrow dwelling in every particle and atom of being, forever etched in grief.
Never placated, tenderly touching my heart with memories unglorified, saturated with tears, and crystalized in glass visions; fading colors of the rainbow as drops of sadness fall into depths of my heart.
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10939.
Riding Highways

Riders, all ages, nationalities, shapes and sizes, coming together for pleasurable events and companionship.
Silent voices, mingling with the environment, tasting lasting morsels of life as it is ridden down natural highways for individual reasons.
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10940.
Stilted Conversations

Knowing silhouettes are gathering in the background, mingling with past images, taking cover when memories rear their heads.
Trying not to focus on a realm of sadness, preferring to accumulate some joy and happiness for the time being.
Stilted conversation, never knowing what to say, yet, in writing, never at a loss for words, expressions and diction.
Longings filling every paragraph and somehow spreading truth throughout the poetical world.
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