RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Falling into canyons of tomorrow where flowers grow
and are nurtured incessantly, thoughts blossom and
are nourished in this poetical mind through music.
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Reaching into depths of being, searching for aspects of
life that haven't been seen through the years, hoping
to find hidden facets that may be of help.
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Looking into a fiery blaze, watching embers rising into
the atmosphere, gentle breezes blowing them all about,
seeing them as their sparks fizzle out in moments of time.
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Snowflakes lying about, drying out in an interior
atmosphere far from their original beginnings,
loving to go and pick them up.
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Resting comfortably, letting life have it's way,
watching as it happens, not wanting to interfere,
just seeing what will come about.
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Rushing into another morning, eyes wide open, mind
full of energy, looking forward to whatever appears
during the day.
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Striking like a match lighting a fire, exploding desires,
passion rising into a flame of poetry being expressed,
flowing like white water rapids into moments of life.
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Eagerly awaiting scents and aromas of pine trees
and forests, enlivening spirits and senses that
awaken every particle and fiber of being.
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Waves of emotion crashing within, touching feelings of
love, drawing it back into meanings of intellect, giv-
ing it a saddened beauty while thinking in depths of
loss.
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Tapping melodies sounding like a woodpecker pecking in
this mind, living in an atmosphere of music, flying,
soaring into the skies.
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