RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Listening to music rock into depths of my mind,
awakening it's thoughts, creating from pure
intellect.
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Sky overcast, filled with white clouds and very
little blue to be seen.

Trees, leaves, barely moving, very little breeze
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Living for that first sound of rhythm, each and every
morning, giving my being an excitement for a new day.

Looking forward to whatever may come into life, antici-
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Being young no more, having lived a lifetime in sixty-
four years, enjoying the times that I've had a part in.

Writing many poems, giving people all over the world a
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Reaching souls deeply held within,
feeling them pulse with God's life
and grace.
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Beautiful moments begin in mind's ideas,
lighting the way to lives of fruition.

Intractable situations keep getting in
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Crossing deserts in my mind, takes me on fantastic journeys
with absolutely no effort.
Enjoying every creative motive along the way, filling empty
spaces with brand new exercises of imagination.
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Flowering items continue to send their fragrance to my mind,
playing with imagination on rainbows of color, rising and
setting with sunrises and sunsets.
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Beating keys along with note's pleasure,
tantalizing etudes of poetry.

Erupting into beautiful bouquets of
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