RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Thinking we have no purpose or meaning in life
other than helping one another.

If we find ourselves wandering and aimless with
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Blowing gently, leaves of my mind, into sounds of a
harmonica being played by my Mom throughout childhood.

Listening carefully as she played her favorite songs,
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Looking out into the future of nature, seeing it's
tenuous mountains standing erect and protective all
around our thriving city.
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Looking up into a tree, it's branches looking deadened,
scratching my eyes with their forlorn presence.

Taking away, thinking of their beauty once so much
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Sitting outside by a fountain, flowing with innate
energy around the pool, surrounding it.

Spider webs, invisible until a gentle breeze comes
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Watching water flowing quickly in a circle around the pool
below a fountain, seeing it's energy being projected in
ripples, circling and crossing it's surface in the sunlight
of this new morning sun.
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Feeling all the pleasure being brought to me
through an energy of flowing waters.

Allowing me to watch how gentle winds can ripple,
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Responding to calls of nature while sitting here inside by
the computer, writing.

Whiling away in wonder and curiosity, letting imagination
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Playing faith to sounds coming from an interior piano,
letting hope jump into the fray, and coming alive this
very day.
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Letting the door of my mind slam and reverberate throughout
intellect, awakening it's pulses and letting edges be seen
alive and vibrating with colors.
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