RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stepping into many thoughts,
crunching and scattering them
like leaves in a storm.
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Beating staccotely to an inner rhythm,
focusing itself into my brain with it's
lively beat and fascinating effect upon
thoughts, conjugating in abysses of
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Watching visions start and stop in succession
as they transport me to another country deeply
held inside.
Crossing words, issuing feelings to coincide
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Circuitous routes of ambivalence pirouette,
encircling circumscribed attitudes of
lightened knowledge.
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Delving into pockets of clay, shaping new ideas,
forming their identities along the way and
producing novel lines of imagination on the way.
Solitary pieces of puzzles always beginning and
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Never far beyond a thought, always on the brink of a
new poetical discovery, naming feelings and images
of life's exhausting embrace.
Deadened limbs, holding yet, fruits of nature with
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Desert rainstorms falling upon arid plains,
awaiting long drinks of water.
Odors of creosol fill the atmosphere,
absorbing all smells and smog in the air.
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Recesses of my mind are never at play, they find
every opportunity to create and learn.
A positive attribute challenging imagination and
subconscious thinking of cognitive puzzle thoughts.
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Silent, still, peaceful, whispering softly into
moonlit nights, waking from a deep sleep in dreams
of longevity.
Aware of a new freedom coming from destiny's hold -
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Inquietude of life's passing, surfaces momentarily
through dark days of reminding memories.
Left standing alone on porches of deceit, nowhere to
turn, no one to calm insistent doubts of yesterday.
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