RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

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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Empty spaces of desert plains are suddenly filled
with the essence of my soul as I write it into
existence for all to see.
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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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Shaded memories, filling my mind, as I peer into it, wondering
why it is so.

Thinking of many different things that have happened in life,
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Listlessly, not listening and getting tired of hearing all
the neat and pat answers from others, trying to help someone
through their grief.
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Busy mornings at the senior center, talking, writing and
conversing with nature.

Vibrant liveliness stirring quietly in the silence of the
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Listening to whispers from heaven,
finding the passage of time has not
been closed to a knowing, developed
since a child.
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Evenings, alone in deserted rooms with phantoms,
spreading themselves around me.
Not wanting to see or feel their worried expressions,
fulfilling empty promises with faulty hopes, and
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Quietly, I hide among nature and go deep inside myself,
just to get away from it all.
No one can follow, because I shut them out completely,
just to be alone.
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