RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Frolicking in forests of imagination, holding true to
many commitments of life.

Remembering to combine and blend beauty existing in
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Selecting and arranging bottomless pits of ideas into
a plethora of subjects to be decoded and written about.

Surviving endeavors of life through misfortune, leaves
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Sadly walking down back roads, peering into forests, trying
to see between trees so closely situated together.

Taking many thoughts, attempting to picture a better time,
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Reaching shores of life, stepping onto them,
walking through warm sand, thinking of the
life I have already lived for sixty four years.
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Heartstrings being played to the satisfaction of intellect
as I bow to rhythms of integrity.

Playing to inner rhythms, succinctly transferring knowledge
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Sun scraping it's beams across the windows here at the
center, trying to penetrate screens that have been put
up to block it's rays.
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Life is surreal, it is like a painting that I am always
painting and adding to it.

Knowing fears, doubts, happiness and joy as it looks out
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Listening from right to left at rhythms combining themselves
in this mind, enlivening spirits whenever saddened by plights
in life.
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Rugs wrinkled, lying on the floor, bamboo, painted pictures
hanging upon the wall.

Papers piled all over a wooden desk, a bookcase, stuffed
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Slowly emerging as if from a dream of long ago,
wakefully transmitting it today.

Pictures forming, waving, haunting memories,
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