RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

A positive energy flow easing alongside,
attempting to coincide with who I am.
Neglecting to cast a glance aside,
continue writing words to music of Chopin
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Justifying interior possibilities, always recognizing
their abstract worthiness for future poems racing along
inside imagination.
Fully participating in a joy of petulant contrariness,
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Totally mangled by life's ingratitude, fluctuating on
whims of derisive folly.

Lacking fortitude, emptied of all dignity and self-
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Never at a loss for words when writing,
deeply complacent for hours at a time.
Wonderful imagination digging freely
into every nook and cranny of creativity,
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Years pass quickly, even though they seem to be standing still.
People live and die - we continue going our separate ways
on similar paths.
Life is spent daily - we never think of it that way.
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Cowboy's living on the range, riding and racing daylight
and dusk.
Herding their cattle, riding horses like they're a part -
an extension of themselves.
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Gentle breezes brush my heart and soul,
soothing them with natural wonder and beauty.
Love emanating throughout the atmosphere,
rejuvenating hospice staff and volunteers.
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Staring within, searching for patterns and images,
scanning many interior horizons with immeasurable
success.
Listening to tunes sounded out by birds in trees,
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Little Granddaughter, waiting patiently at home for
my arrival, so we can play Barbie's and have some
fun together, until her Daddy gets home from work.
Always a comfort to her, having Grandma beside her,
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