RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Blue roses growing in my mind, a gift from visiting heaven for moments in time.
Beautiful times, never to be taken lightly, always appreciated because they were give by God to me.
A piece of heaven all my own, no one can take ever take them from me.
On my last day, I will return them to heaven's garden.
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Wonder and curiosity fill my mind
all hours of the day and night,
keeping me alert and awake, trying
on new levels of association
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Reaching for understanding deep within myself, never finding the answers I search for.
Climate changing interiorly, fixating the stress that comes upon me by association with other people.
Resisting other's chilly personas, giving them an indifferent
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Cacophony of sound, delivering sounds quickly and quietly to inner pages of books, long since written and foretold.
Seasons taking me away into summer heat and winter frost, stirring the mixtures of unbegotten silence.
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Measuring time in nanoseconds, because it goes so quickly out of hand.
Searching canyons, noticing their beauty as it coasts across my vision.
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Reserving the right to be myself on earth, I respectfully bow out of another's boundaries.
Taking myself out of the contest of ego persistence, placing myself in an alcove of peaceful thoughtfulness.
Seeking a pleasurable existence, I turn inward, finding my way through a personal hell caused by others on the way to find myself again.
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Contentedly listening to classical music into the night, experiencing it's difficult patterns and designs for future episodes of perpendicular prose.
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Quiet, requiem mass of night, settling into evening prayers being said for family and friends as life untwists itself in spirals of smoke.
All being lit from many candles of Catholic beliefs and watched interiorly as miracles begin happening with the entrance of each one into heaven's gardens.
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