RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Columns blocking my view, taking away my vision until I grasp it and make it mine again.
Flavoring life with an abundance of images and helping myself subconsciously, to an array of thoughts and ideas.
Consuming everything, being curious, questioning everything within my power and loving every minute of it.
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Waving lines in my vision, giving time to contemplate
what they mean in depths of thoughtful interludes sent
to me in deepened moods of emotion.
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Tangling balls of energy with mysteries of incessant words, taking inside stories against their will.
Being openly discordant, enjoying every note sending off miscreant sounds.
Adjusting every time to the music being played.
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Overflowing with an effervescent feeling of joy, listening to melodies rhythmically touching my mind with their beautiful insight.
Taking into account all avenues of life, adjusting to the different directions it has been taking since putting poetry out to the world.
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Rattling through images, trying to find something to show who I am to another.
Finding nothing, seeing how worthless I really am in their eyes.
Standing aside, letting them pass as I am hindered by my pain, totally being ignored as I steadily move forward.
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