RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Cherishing knowing that comes unexpectedly into aspects
of my mind, becoming accolades written in poetry.

Always stepping quietly and expertly into palisades and
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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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Lying there on the bed, tired out from a day's work, my
love reaching out across the room, touching him gently
so as not to wake him up.
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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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Sincerely taking life into my heart, as it touches my mind,
forgiving and solidifying total meanings of propriety.

Flowing gently into nighttime darkness, being led only by
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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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Deepest loneliness ever felt inside is with me now, wishing
it would leave me does no good.

Trying to face it leaves me feeling helpless, no longer able
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Tickling brain cells, making me smile and laugh, giving
many ideas chances to proliferate and ascend into heights
of another dimension.
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Standing in the background, watching intently and listening
attentively to what is being said.

Yet, all you will see is me listening to music and writing,
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