RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Beautiful magic filtering through imagination,
spreading it's wings, lighting the skies with
an effervescent glow.
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Wandering outskirts of intellect, watching as ideas
are chosen from blossoms of concepts, tranquilly
touching against hearts of strength.
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Listening to melodies being played by sorrow,
plucking heartstrings of sadness, tears fall-
ing like notes through many rhythms.
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Gliding happily from one thought to another through innate
intellect and talent, musically forging ahead through in-
visible Sistine Chapels of this poetical mind.
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Solitarily listening to my spirit rejoicing in the beauty
of the Divine, immersed totally within a bluened light,
taking me into depths of serenity and peace.
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Moon rising slowly through the darkness, it's lunar rays
softly being shed upon earth, enlightening shadows, bring-
ing them out into the open.
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Sorrow touching solidly within a being, taking over every
particle of their essence, tears hiding who they've always
been behind misty curtains of loss.
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Playing rhythms of pain that are intensely beating against
this broken and empty heart, looking for a way to hold on,
nothing comes to pass however.
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Falling asleep in a dream of peace, eyes closing gently,
shutting out the world of darkness surrounding me, light
fading in the distance.
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Silence brilliantly being spread across an interior
atmosphere, touching the very within of my soul.

Vibrating it with delicate and motivating thoughts
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