RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Enjoying gifts of creativeness, given by God, Himself,
allows me to escape a life of hell inside my mind for
periods of time.
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Solemnly, gently, music is laid out in minds
as the Kelly Dancers tap dance in rhythm and
rhyme here inside my mind.
Eyes watching, recording it all in a special
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Give me a mind, lots of mind to imagine a new world
here inside.
Let it always light up my mind creatively, filled
with images, ideas and words.
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Silently, secretly, music flows throughout my mind
and body.
Rhythm walking with me always, physically and
writingly.
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Life has become such a burden, but one I wouldn't do
without, even though it's so difficult to exist or be
anymore.
Poverty has struck with it's evil delivery, taking
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Memories are lonesome and sorrowful, even when they are
joyful and happy, because all circumstances are beyond
reach, sitting in pathways of yesterday.
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Walking through my mind, touching upon images of
quiet times.
Relaxing serenely in desperation, awaiting memories
in past foyers.
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Capturing the essence of frothy waves of oil paint,
sloshing without - a rectangle slightly askance in a
painting.
Burning fires of a sunset, standing crosswise,
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Purples of happiness, filling my senses as I peer
out a window to watch the wind racing through the
atmosphere.
Catching hold of leaves hanging from trees, blowing
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Patterns of nature enter my mind, touching senses of
intellect to awaken them and learn what is beneath
their meanings.
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