RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Words dancing in atmospheres of silent awakening, arousing mind-bending thoughts to float and air out.
Reverberating and challenging life's particular dreams, creating new ones constantly in rhythms of prose.
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Recognizing patterns of intellect associated with wisdom, interjecting them with creative anticipation for newly formed idiosyncrasies of rhythm.
Bent on savory intuitions of inner spirituality, listening to voices beyond scope and visions, finding their effectiveness gently in pillows of exacting thought.
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Life is interesting to say the least, as I watch it daily, passing by like a parade with way too much going on to take it all in.
Yet, I enjoy it's presence immensely through eyes of children, seeing it in ways unbeknownest to most.
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Crackling voices sounding off behind saxophones, squeaking and squawking from a lack of breath.
Counting measures not quite making it from one beat to the next, generating a winding down of tolerance as they slowly proceed towards ends of life on earth.
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Musical honesty filling my mind with it's truth,
tantalizing imagination's depths,
challenging intuitive creativeness,
bringing about an altered consciousness for timeless moments.
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Figuring emotions on an empty mind, going through exercises of futility on endless journey's through times of yesterday.
Seeing a myriad of senses standing in the distance, awaiting recognition and praise for attempting to live life on terms of endearment.
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Quiet solemnity falls upon me as I sit in soft sunlight, thinking about the not so distant past.
One where my friend, was a part of here at Saint Francis and Brophy Prep.
It seems so long ago, yet the memories are here within my mind, of happier times, grading papers, doing what I could to free up some of his time so he could attend to more important matters of the church and monastery.
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A lifelong association with family and friends brings happiness and joy to the cockles of our heart in the winter of our life.
Dispersing harmony at times, in unison with feelings of love and caring kept inside through the years.
Blowing embers to keep them alive and vibrant on coldest days of death's visits to those we have loved all of our lives.
Cradling our memories, we keep them close to our hearts as we slip and slide to our next horizons.
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Writing in a quandary of elicitive emotion, jumping into reveries of display as I wander aimlessly through life and it's beliefs, gradually coming to terms with self.
Realizing you can't find any answers outside of self, you need to be introspective and open to what you may or may not find.
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Age and wisdom converge on the dance floor, stepping to inner rhythms, keeping in time with years in life.
Finding a bond amidst all the turmoil living causes us, is a cinch when music brings together all ages in unison.
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