RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Calling from depths of inner voicing,
allocating strains of music heard to
sounds of an awakening soul.
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Birds are chirping on high branches as a gentle breeze
waves them around in the atmosphere.
Sunlight catching on green leaves, reflecting it's
light to inner eyes.
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Losing ground every day, falling beneath coverlets of life as they warm me.
Keeping away the coldness of a population, bent on hurting my feelings with their unholy desires for my life.
Sorrowfully my head falls down and I walk forward, noticing everything lying before me, but not wanting any part of it to become a part of me.
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Riding along, seeing so many curious and interesting landscapes and their landmarks.
Traveling down highways, absorbing every detail in mirrored reflections, holding them up to the sunshine.
Illuminating every measure against itself, and filing it all away in storage containers of my inner mind, to be used later on photographic screens, trying to come back where they once were.
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Sentimentality fills my being on this cold morning,
touching life caressingly, waking it from deepest
slumber held onto over night.
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Listlessly retiring to the back of my mind, not wanting to think about much of anything right now.
Walking down shady-covered lands, looking at nature and wondering how it all came to be.
Knowing it was all God's doing, just being curious and wanting to know all the details of how He did it.
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Bouquets of bereavement made up of varied people, each in their own state of mind.
Complexities of relating - communicating through grief abound.
Never knowing which way to venture, fearing the ache of sorrow, closing up like a rose bud until some future tomorrow.
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Wonderfully happy, a song bringing me into realms of elated joy.
It's beat sending me into everlasting beauty accompanying my mind with words of excessive imagination.
Lovely, astounding, creating within my subconscious, taking me into skyways of flavored musical compositions, soaring into clouds of intense, profound beautiful poems.
Being transferred, transpired in many ways, never before seeing this higher dimension of life.
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Stationed in a solitary mood, keeping all thoughts peacefully refracted in a tomb of memory.
Handling everything alone, keeping every distraction far from my sight within.
Leaving abstractions to drift on their own into paths of poetry whenever they've gathered thoughts together in similar fashion.
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Returning joys felt in childhood, feeling their innocent beginnings filling me again through an artistic grace of musical songs - being played over and over again in my mind.
Being absorbed once again, expanding my horizons and spreading my wings to enter a dimension of freedom never flown in before.
Silently, sounding new ideas into areas of my brain, untouched until just now.
Enjoying their splendid feelings as they fit my style of being from now on.
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