RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching fruit flies from a window, an orange tree
being just outside of it, seeing them flitting about,
fascinated by their tiny flight patterns.
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Sitting here at the desk of a famous bio chemist, writing
while he's resting comfortably.

We've been talking about many things for hours now, he's
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Rhythms rocking my mind with their beats and tones,
falling into my mind quickly.

Rapidly being coded and written into words, colors
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Sitting here in a scientist's office, writing poetry,
listening to music and wondering at the many pictures
of swami's, genius's, gods and goddesses, wanting to
know each of their stories.
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Looking around, very few papers or books are standing
on my friend's desk or shelves.

A room simply decorated with pictures of gods and
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Looking around, very few papers or books are standing
on my friend's desk or shelves.

A room simply decorated with pictures of gods and
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Realizations in life come in different ways, wrapped in
all types of identities and ideas.

Wanting to know the separate aspects of each of them,
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Sun shining interiorly, settling amidst particles
and fibers, lighting new prospects of an individual
complicity.
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Picturesque and enticing are visions of India and
it's gentle brilliant people.

Settling into a relaxed frame of mind, finding so
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Wanting to touch your face, hold your hands, being
tempted by your smile, running my fingers through
your hair.
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