RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rushing to find all new ideas forming carousingly inside,
playing with me and having a very enjoyable time doing so.
All contrary to human nature, yet being a part of it
intuitively day and night.
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Awakening spirits coming to mind, rested from their long time sedative sleep with pain medication.
Looking about, taking in everything in a sphere of environment with innocent wonder and curiosity, loving the total enjoyment all of
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Switching positions, falling deeply into calculations of mathematical formulas, curiosity wondering how they can be made and measured to fit aged molds of yesterday.
So far, not being able to be forced into equations of old,
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Strumming heart strings, eliciting beautiful prose from a bluened atmosphere.
Tossing rhythms into melodies, enveloping them with solid perceptions as they travel onto future highways of intellectual
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Giant, graceful trees,
hanging their boughs gracefully,
being careful not to get tangled
in winds blowing them around.
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Pictures even now, being hung with attention to concerted efforts as they are placed in sequences of undisclosed knowledge.
Carefully calculated according to coded messages, never divulged in retrospect or speech.
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Walking along dense forest paths, savoring pine scents drifting towards my senses.
Listening to sounds of animals as they roam across the forest floor, searching for food, rest and recreation.
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Sadness of life lingers in all of us.
Watching down a hallway, seeing CNA's, once full of hopes of helping others, now languishing in mediocre pools of dissatisfaction.
No aspirations of achieving any modicum of healthy attitudes to their duties and or patients.
Sorrowful, inept individuals, walking hallways, being watched by a poet - a patient of theirs - as she senses the sheer hopelessness of their situations.
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