RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Writing constantly on lines of abbreviation,
causing others to pause and think about what
is going on around them in seconds of
seclusion.
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Trodding along, watching for details never seen before.
Tracing leaves in the wind, leveling destinations
unknown on dimensions, fulfilling yesterday's dreams.
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Keeping touch with rhythms
of undercover melodies.

Acquiescing matters of the
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Nature forming itself within, creating vistas anew
for my mind to play with, keeping itself amused and
always attuned to spectacular recitals.
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Fragrantly existing in blossoms of thought,
sending their scents to all corners of my
mind, enticing words to form beautiful
sentences,
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Ocean waves swelling, foaming, caressing a large myriad of
rocks fallen from cliffs above.
Softly touching surfaces of wet rocks, feeling their
stubborn strength unyielding to the ocean's persistent
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Olden ages of yesterday creep around
outskirts of my mind, taking in their
environment, coping with particles of
grief past.
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Platforms of pious thought gather
like flocks of sheep.
Keeping pace with silent, unseen
rhythms, flowing through being's
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Banging around, fluctuating in rhythms of imagination
with careful abandon.
Studying melodies with silent beauty, saturating my
mind's eyes, taking in every nuance sent flying by in
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Selecting words for crosswords of my mind,
captures imagination.

Taking me on journeys through literature,
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