RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Enjoying this new day, walking along the Atlantic Ocean,
picking up seashells and placing them in a pail.

Watching seagulls fly and swoop down onto the waves,
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Looking out the window at tops of trees, yellow blossoms
blooming in a gentle breeze.

Little bees buzzing slightly above each flower, dipping
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Touching light rhythms, filtering sights within my mind,
taking me slowly on journeys.

Riding upon rhythms, matching tempos with wisdom as it
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Staring into the future, seeing a vision of poetry
being honored in an award, written totally by me.

Inserting a myriad of gifts within and being given
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Solaced beyond comprehension, relaxing in an ocean
of calm peaceful rhetoric.

Focusing onto blank screens, waiting to hear words
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Sharply being taken into a prelude of tomorrow,
giving insights into what will transpire when I
walk into its atmosphere.
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Resting on laurels of peaceful reminiscence, relaxing,
watching interior videos play automatically in leisurely
fashion.
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Racing into melodies, playing all the rhythms flowing
into my mind, taking me to avenues of being and recall.

A wonderful feeling and sensation, taking it all into
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Standing, listening, watching, waiting for visions to
be apprehended and written into poems.

Always being invited back so I can remember with
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Peering through venetian blinds at a world of nature
waiting to be noticed and voiced in poems today.

Trees, skies, all vying for a place in my mind,
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