RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Patterns of nature enter my mind, touching senses of
intellect to awaken them and learn what is beneath
their meanings.
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Natural inclinations to hide within and write
from depths no one else can enter into.

Peaceful abodes abiding my development, as I
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Reaching out for concepts to enter into many
abstractions that I'm picking up through
avenues of rhythm.
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Roses reflecting in mirrors of time,
enticing me to roam around again in
heaven's gardens.
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Night ghosts roam around desert gardens, botanical in nature,
searching for descriptions left in cacti and aloe vera.
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Family - a means to an end - a heredity of people
joined together by DNA.
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People rushing to and fro, greeting others,
enjoying conversations and company, sharing
experiences with one another.
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Reaching into depths of all yesterday's,
feeling around.
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Constant reminders, blinding daylight,
keeping it at bay.
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Reeling in a circumference of minor chords brings about
exchanges in major particles of the brain.

Exercising freely, untangling questions from their
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