RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rocking into the next century,
full flavors of rhythm taking
steps into aisles of musical
ability.
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Nothing standing in the way of imagination, flowing, cascading like a waterfall into my mind as I quickly write whatever it sends to my pen.
Listening, watching, completely open to my environment inside and out, letting me be myself alone with no interference.
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Boulders of Watson Lake sit in mind pictures from days gone by, when we used to camp there.
So many memories flooding into view, stunning images bringing me into focus from yesterday.
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Retching from inside my mind, seeing nothing but sadness filtering
through the coming years.
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Jostling brain waves, using them discriminately to orchestrate a rendition of colorful beauty as landscapes continue to move toward outskirts of life.
Reflections echoing into many caverns made along the way with mathematical propositions.
Forwarding formulas made through physics, causing reverberations to entertain me on evenings of prayerful recognition.
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Riding into the sunrise, following whims of imagination into the desert where I feel at home most often.
Stirring, writing, and being, amid many thoughts gangling up inside my mind, throwing me into the melee of ideas, guarding myself protectively from earthly woes knocking on my door toward unhappiness of yesterday.
Slamming the door of my mind against it all, I return to the memories of joy I so much treasure here inside.
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Hay-colored fields catching my attention as a small helicopter flies over them in slow motion.
Rolling hills, my mind sliding over them in visions of beauty, lasting forever in my picturesque photographic mind screens.
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Walking across a little bridge into a pine forest, drinking in the pine scent and feeling my body completely relax.
All my senses are tuned in to nature as I sit on a bus and imagine all the above in my mind alone.
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Loveliness sits upon a grandfather's shoulders as he
plays his lonesome harmonica with his heart deeply
set in a touching rendition of innate talent.
It has blossomed into the gift it was meant to be
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Silent sorrow shaking my insides with unwept tears,
tearing my heart in two many pieces of loneliness.

Often finding crystal blue tears falling from my mind,
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