RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Memories are lonesome and sorrowful, even when they are
joyful and happy, because all circumstances are beyond
reach, sitting in pathways of yesterday.
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Walking through my mind, touching upon images of
quiet times.
Relaxing serenely in desperation, awaiting memories
in past foyers.
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Capturing the essence of frothy waves of oil paint,
sloshing without - a rectangle slightly askance in a
painting.
Burning fires of a sunset, standing crosswise,
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Purples of happiness, filling my senses as I peer
out a window to watch the wind racing through the
atmosphere.
Catching hold of leaves hanging from trees, blowing
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Patterns of nature enter my mind, touching senses of
intellect to awaken them and learn what is beneath
their meanings.
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Natural inclinations to hide within and write
from depths no one else can enter into.

Peaceful abodes abiding my development, as I
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Reaching out for concepts to enter into many
abstractions that I'm picking up through
avenues of rhythm.
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Roses reflecting in mirrors of time,
enticing me to roam around again in
heaven's gardens.
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Beating of the drum hits my heart's rhythm squarely
in it's solar plexus.

Taking me down musical paths, wandering leisurely,
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Waking from a sleeping dream and falling into another
realm where all dreams are made to come true in
manifesting auras.
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