RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Remembering growing up in New Jersey, seeing pussy willows
scatteringly across the wide expanse above.

Relaxing, enjoying feelings of dampness, stirring in the
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Spinning to rhythms, falling upon this brain rapidly,
stirring and blending thoughts with them, attracting
an inner energy, delighting intellect.
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Dancing rhythms coming gently into mind,
a lonely journey beginning in creative
circumstances.
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Crystal clear rhythms appearing on photographic screens,
rapidly energizing particles of a mind's essence.

Forming and shaping intellect's solemn pieces of intense
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Running from narrow-minded people, not wanting to be trapped
in their spheres of life, tainted with miserable thoughts of
being.
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Stridently focusing on nature and it's hold upon senses
in every aspect of life, completing beginnings of time
and becoming an eventual ending on this earth.
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Fireworks of sound explode within this mind, showing off
their splendor in varied colors of sparkles and shards
of vividly-hued lights.
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Now that winter is upon us, all leaves have fallen,
trees lie bare, no adornment.

Nests now exposed to everyone's view, birds sit on
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Life lies before us in skies of black and gray
supposedly reaching heights it was meant to,
scanning many horizons, waving good bye to all
that once stood for being.
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Somehow the sun shines through and onto blue skies of
heaven, clouds scanning the atmosphere, looking for
the rains of purity to drench the earth.
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