RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Shadows hovering in the vicinity, taking memories and looking
at them thoroughly, exercising brain cells, helping to anchor
them into rhythms of a totally wonderful confrontation.
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Tempos changing, rearranging their stances in the atmosphere,
wanting to be held in the beauty of an interior waterfall,
feeling the exorbitant types of love and caring.
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Wind shaking flowers, limbs and leaves of trees everywhere
during this storm, insisting on taking everything in nature
and knocking it down, blowing it away.
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Ending of the times we used to have, looking around, searching
for anything that will bring life to fruition, touching senses
and imagery of deserts, wildlife and humanity.
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Shaking in atmospheric blankets of cold rain, hiding behind the
scene, totally waiting their turn as hours come and go, nothing
to fear as wanton emotions rise and fall interiorly.
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Signals growing again, moving between the normal and the
mysterious as light takes its time shining on the world.

Somersaulting and cartwheeling in moments of sound, rush-
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Renditions of the past all now participating in the fascination
of what wonders come alive in people's minds.

Finding a space, sphere or event in tow, telling their stories
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Looking into the blinding future of good times that are being
had in every moment where music and its rhythms begin to take
over.
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Clouds drifting across a nighttime sky, seeing the cross of
Christ as it appears, showing us that God is still protecting
us.
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Settled in the sun as it rises in the east, alighting on
those of us who can feel the need and warmth of its gently
shining splendor.
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