RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

A canopy hung over my head to
contain all that I am and have.
An intense desire to be alone,
to think, to become unknown again.
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Talking with the pool players, laughing, smiling,
pretending to be alive and well.
Inside, I have already died, left without a word
and no one can even tell the difference.
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Wandering down lanes of music,
rocking to the beat,
satisfying me with sweet
smelling melodies,
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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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