RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Eyes gently rub across the surface of mountains,
feeling stubble of cacti and bushes.
Lovingly touching my soul, implanting feelings of
nature's beauty within.
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A camera of life cannot be still, movement is a recommended stance fulfilled constantly within reason.
Lively - anticipated entirely, escaped from in imagination only.
Formed within creative processes of thought, ideas flow incessantly, not allowing for normal routines to block or mar the view.
Saturated from all aspects, facets continually flow from all exigencies, burying piles of exaggerated timelessness.
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Hiding in clouds of my mind, lost in imagination's realm, unfolding fantasies in rhyme.
Silence, ethereal, still filling me without, allowing
total concentration on another dimension.
The world no longer exists as I write from within, picking
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Standing in aisles of fame, looking at other's destinations, wondering about my own.

Vacating life many times each day to write what lies deeply
in a subconscious state of mind.
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Putting a pen and paper in front of me is enough to set thoughts flowing constantly.
Loving to write because I am freed, deep inside of me.
All thoughts locked up ever so long, find their way out onto pages so
everyone may read them.
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Late at night when everyone is asleep, I sit and write to the sound of Chopin.
He fills my mind with words and poetry. An unending supply each and every time.
Each piece brings different words to match his beautiful notes.
The sound of it fills my ears and penetrates my subconscious, settling there to stir thinking in my mind.
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Sunshine freeing the totalness of me, allowing creativity
to blossom and spread it's wings.
Wrapping strings of imagination in varied styles, each
time creating new designs, patterns, and dimensions.
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Bound by prisons of people who think they know better than
I, pathways I must travel.

There aren't any shortcuts or roundabout ways to live life,
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