RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Talking in two's, reaching interior blues touched upon
by wayward feelings in pathways of abusive language.
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A new experience in talent of young students.
Children running back and forth across the stage,
leaping and jumping to get onto it.
Microphones and wires being stretched across our
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Swimming against tides of life, sorrow and grief continually
washing over and rinsing tears of a lifetime from this soul.

An intense and perfect sensation of being cleansed, through-
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Silence taking me down avenues of placid thought, watching
as ideas pop into spaces being vacated by gifts of innate
talent.
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Tapping, clacking like a train traveling down the tracks
of my mind, never slowing, taking pictures along the way,
saving them collectively in spheres of albums where they
will always be at my beck and call.
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Getting in touch with inner feelings, finding an energy
that's growing exponentially with every mile traveled,
exciting and tantalizing an inner spirit.
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Frolicking through the countryside of India, seeing
banana trees growing wildly everywhere, beautiful
leaves, big and green.
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Watching waves roll over, up and then crashing on shore,
while above in the sky, clouds are doing the same thing,
only in a slow and silent way.
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Walking along, being slowly awakened in depths of my being,
looking around, knowing that I want so much more in this
life than what I've had.
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Searching, dividing thoughts, separating them into many
poems of poetical interludes, switching and piecing each
into picture puzzles in lives of many other's minds.
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