RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reeling and rocking to tempos of natural delight,
becoming self, intriguing memory into giving up
it's secrets of yesterday.
Sensing beauty hidden beneath coverlets of
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Following ends of life into passages lit with
memories of yesterday.

Tempting us to withdraw and enter our final
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Wandering through a land of fantasy, beginning to dream
of non-existent things, so I can create them from
conceptions within intellect.
Sallow looking now, but when I get remake them they will
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Urgent thoughts jump and glide to mind, wanting to be
heard right now.
Watching them unfold and procure space, desperately
wanted to be able to prove their mettle in supposed
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Rising above high rises, plants and trees vying for
rays of sun to stay alive and keep growing into
splendid euphoric beauty.
Reaching forever into the skies just to function
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Many songs of Christmas are being sung at karaoke
tonight, all about trees, cookies Santa and bells.
Altogether, blending in beautiful renditions for
everyone settled in Christmas parties given through-
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Sweethearts in their nineties, holding gently to each
other, dancing and gliding to rhythms of music being
played sorrowfully in minds of grief belonging to the
musicians.
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Steadily falling into rhythms that beseech me
imaginatively, locating the exact words needed
to express an idea that suddenly finds it's way
into my mind's depths.
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Walking into nature's abode, feeling it's essence
enveloping me into it's hold on my heart.
Everything becomes clearer, senses are piercingly
stronger here as I walk along, alone in thought,
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Prophets of doom stand around in dark corners,
professing ends of earth as if it's a bad thing.
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