RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Reaching out, forming circles in my mind, going around without falling out of an interior circumference.
Not levering any type or thought to coincide with the edges of night as they close upon sight.
Wondering where they hide when in a triangular state of mind.
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Silently thinking of yesterday, wishing I could go back in time to relive those beautiful memories of our love when it first began.
A clear morning, sun shining brightly as a gentle rain fell from an Arizona sky.
A sight to behold, one that will never be forgotten as our hearts melted in love.
We became in life through our future marriage of many years together.
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Bewitching moments don't happen very often and are seldom recognized for what they truly are.
A stop-over in life where love actually alights in your mind without going straight to your heart.
Fooling you into thinking it was true love forever, when actually it was an infatuated mirage that faded from sight soon after the thought came and fled into the night.
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When I have finally left this earth, your heart will reach for me and I'll no longer be there for you.
Only in memories will I be seen, through crystal clear tears of love you will still have for me.
Joining together in the future, following rivers of our time together through the years.
Trying to hold and treasure one another, but only in this poem will we have a moment together in your heart as you remember me.
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Thoughts ready at a moment's notice,
never hiding, always ready to be
expressed as they fall steadily from a
fast falling waterfall always in my mind.
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Walking into the darkness of my soul, not seeing a thing in the ebony blackness.
Knowing there is plenty to see as I feel the whispers telling me of the senses being awakened as I walk past.
Traipsing slowly down garden pathways, smelling the scents of poetical blossoms exploding from the end of my pen.
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Picking up on a beat falling in my pathway, treasuring it's appearance as I placed it in a composition of poetical beauty.
Showcasing it in a song for everyone to hear and find within their hearts later when alone.
Thinking of times gone past with winds of fate, blowing the years into dust of another future beyond us all.
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Resuming the pace of an early morning run, following my inner tendencies as I go in any direction freedom chooses to take me.
Always, looking forward, yet taking back roads just to be funny and throw others off track.
Not wanting anyone knowing which direction I choose or take to continue my solo journey of poetical musing.
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Western-style of entertainment being sung in a karaoke atmosphere by a variety of people and range of voices.
Everyone enjoying the music, some even dancing country-western style to it.
A reminiscent encounter from younger days when I used to go dancing when single.
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