RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Playfully sounding
out notes on a guitar,
researching all the
tones that can be
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Favoring styles of designs, bright with colors,
just to bring smiles to faces of people who
come into contact with them.
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Walking up mountains, creating majestic movements
in poetical disguise.
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Combining a combination of luxurious words as they
settle back in leisurely becoming.
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Stormy clouds rising above me, touching and covering
me with it's beauty.
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Watching as memories walk away into a hazy morning
afternoon, taking with them good times in moments
of life.
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Staccatoly beating the drums, sating himself in the
music of his lover's heart, even though she's now
in heaven.
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Tree branches being framed in little windows way
up high, being blown apart gently in an afternoon
breeze.
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Watching patterns form like colors of a
kaleidoscope, intertwining and changing
their textures and altering their color
schemes.
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Deep-seated serenity plays in my mind, figuratively
playing with words of images.
Sensing the Divine, realistically participating in
a spiritual life, I walk in imagination's realm,
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