RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Soaring into an interior atmosphere, seeing in many directions at once, beautiful landscapes moving into visions upon memories of a photographic screen.

There an entire poetical life can be re-experienced through many spheres of an intellectual memory that is ever vigilant throughout the years.
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Blending of notes and their tones brings about an interior exhilaration while watching and observing colors bursting into the atmosphere.

Coming straight from notes that are spiraling about like fireworks on the Fourth of July, sensing melody's feelings through vibrations reverberating in colorful rhythms.
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Plucking thoughts from within intellect as it delves silently into a poetical subconsciousness, allowing innate feelings and experiences of its innate talent to flow.

Thriving and living off of its intensity of being and spirits as a mind is elevated into other atmospheres and dimensions beyond this earthly temporary life.
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Sounds of splashing water falling from above and flowing below, laughter and joy in a forgiving way, taking a mind into a poetical and creative experience at this very moment.

Watching as light and shadows furtively move around in the beginning and ending of every day and night, galloping down dusty trails even at midnight.
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Sliding energetically into an interior atmosphere, living on edges of a failing life, but loving the experience of it constantly.

Fulfilled and totally at peace as this mind creates innate energy, building upon it intensely, not looking back, just moving through a fluid mind-set of originality.
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Hearing an incessant drumming tapping in this mind like a musician on ten drums at a time, sounding, listening, having an enjoyable time with measures of chords.

Tempting and blowing air currents towards this poet in time with coded rhythms, up and down, lifting a magnificent energy into an inherent and lively destination.
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Music dancing and playing with mind, intellect, soul and spirit, having such a great time in open fields of roses and deserts filled with cacti.

Such opposites it seems at first glance, but upon taking a closer look they can both stick or poke you unexpectedly because each has their own defense system.
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Slowly, steadily moving and untangling moods, feelings and emotions from memories of the past and what they were made from in the first place.

Not having to search their meanings or definitions to find their very essence, feeling passion intensively in this heart and spirit.
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Nothing can interfere with an unexplainable feeling that entices, tempts and grasps its meanings before its even known.

Rhythms billowing into the air with breath-taking efficiency, never falling short, experiencing everything first hand right in the beginning.
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Realizing an effervescent dialogue being spent on another dimension where life can be seen and recognized for the essence that it was born with.

Believing in an individual freedom of the soul takes mind and intellect where no other can go, each of us has to find our our beginnings in this life.
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