RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sitting in the midst of bikers at a bar-b-que, enjoying
their company immensely.

All around, nature is nurturing us in an Arizona sunshine,
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Woke up this morning with a feeling of emptiness,
everything was in place, looking around you were
nowhere in sight.
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Stringing together harmonies as they filter into my mind,
touching the essence of my being and loving the effects
they have upon intellect.
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A rose blooming in the snow of winter, not feeling the
icy coldness somehow, looking fragrant and beautiful
under the winter sun.
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Silently walking along pathways in nature, feeling solace
overtaking me as trees, plants and flowers touch my mind
with their essence.
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Standing on edges of oblivion, enjoying the view as it
touches me interiorly, awakening senses, rising deftly
into another dimension.
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Shining down upon an empty life, threads now broken,
lying lifeless on the dirt-hard ground looking up,
satisfied no more with living.
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Life's members falling aside, as the rest of life goes on.

Yellowed with age, crippled by disease, alone and feeling
abandoned now that the children have grown and moved away.
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A slow country music band playing tonight, this mere poet hoping and praying for them to speed up for a while.

This mind and intellect being bored with slow-moving rhythms, they're okay, but this poet prefers faster rhythms all the time.
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Entering gates of imagination, inventing and creating
beginning instantaneously, walking through forests,
across deserts, up and down mountains and ravines.
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