RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Galloping into canyons of an interior desert, taking it
all in stride while focusing totally on the tempests
blowing across this arid desert.
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Reaching down into depths of my soul, touching the essence
and purpose of my life, giving it an energy it ordinarily
would never have in this life.
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Riding across the U.S.A. on a Greyhound bus, listening to
the wonder of landscapes silently sliding by the windows
of this vehicle.
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Sun now going down, taking me into a dreamland of spectacu-
lar music, spending itself on me alone, drifting with an
empty heart.
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Peaceful and easy feeling coming upon me as I listen to
rhythms and melodies of my interior spirit, touching so
delicately with their beauty.
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Walking a line down the center of life, hoping to never fall
either way, striving to stay carefully in lengths of it's
strident indications.
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Succulent and beautiful cacti blossoming in bright red,
yellow and orange, taking my sight into their intense
and colorful fields of vision.
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Resting and roping in many ideas as music fills me with
a totality of rhythms, sparing no time, taking life into
this poetical mind with a perfect staccato beat.
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Racing down tracks of life locomotively, doing figure eights
in my mind as I travel straight into depths of a solace made
just for my being.
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Signatures of tomorrow placing memories onto sketches of
paintings that were painted in oil yesterday, today, dry,
totally sharing the vibrancy of landscapes on canvas.
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