RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking away down pathways of heaven's hidden gardens, taking pictures with my imagination, holding them closely so they'll never be lost or forgotten.
In these times of peace and concentration I never waver in any aspects of intellect.
Absorbing every facet and color, hiding them away until I write them out in a poem.
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Wandering wherever the music takes me,
going within this lonely shell of mine.
Weaving reasons through poetry,
and delighting in the words that become
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Diving into the sky, spread-eagled, falling quickly to earth.
Landscapes unfolding as I get closer to the end of my free fall, not really wanting to pull the rip chord just yet.
Wanting the experience of falling to last a little longer.
Eventually, letting the chute do it's job, as I hold the toggle lines and float to earth.
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Resting upon aging laurels, listening to an upbeat song being sung by a gentleman with a great voice.
Getting everyone to join in and smile.
Jotting down words from his memory, filling our heads with humorous laughter.
Being joyful and taking us all on a ride through rhythm and humor, making everyone have a great time at the Wagon Yard.
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Tripping tonight, finding pathways leading out of life,
wanting to explore and find out what's beyond the turn
ahead.
Wondering what sorts of treasures would be found and
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Wishful thinking, always singing
about getting or being rich.
Wanting to live leisurely with no
worries to mar the years ahead.
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