RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching intently, hoping to see the music I
hear so I can put it in poetry for all to see.
Finding that experiments are living in me still,
giving access to all things impossible.
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Noticing the surroundings, seeing
everything clearly as crystal,
wanting no clarification whatsoever.
Tending cryptically to coded prose,
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Our bodies are knowledge or as such, collect knowledge
through our six senses.

Sight, touch, smell, hearing, speech and intuition
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Softly tuning to an inner nature, seeking peace within,
fulfilling obligations as so many duties of this life.

Going deeply to this inner mind, sorting out pictures
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Clouds moving and gathering together within, letting my mind
know how much it means to be part of such an awesome intellect.

Never believing that energy of tomorrow's passion can be so
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Running fast away from all the frightening aspects of the
ending of this life.

Wanting to be held and loved just for myself and nothing
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Accidents of life are unforgiving relentless articles of
faith, prayer and hope, tomorrow settling itself
uncontentedly in spheres, pretending to feel safe and
secure.
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Softly, gently crying, wishing, hoping for clarity of mind-
ending thoughts.

Listening, creating, building, attentively attuned to inner
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Withering and deadened, lying within my mind, sorrow is now
making itself heard, tired of waiting, now stepping up and
screaming silently into this intellect, causing quite a stir.
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Fields of forgetless memories, lying in disarray, waiting
to be picked or chosen and arranged in certain bouquets,
sunlight airily focusing in, spraying corners with the
brightness of it's smile.
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