RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Pounding rhythm calling to mind rhythms loud and
clear, shining brightly into my imagination with
fervent desires.
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Morning hours waken from a deep, restless sleep,
pressuring life into existence, even though it
wants to stay abed.
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Living in a cocoon of my own making, feeling peaceful
and at ease within my mind and soul.
Recognizing natural beauty in rhythms as I encase life
in an imaginational depth beyond my horizons.
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Walking in talented
shoes of hickory prose.
Conquering fears by stepping
and crushing them into tiny
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Roaming through beats in natural measurements of rhythmic
time, feeling every attitude without caution or care.
Figuratively heeding each an every consonant and vowel
as they come together, shaping and forming ideas
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Frazzled and dazzled, leading an existence of biased
predicaments.
On occasion, singling brain cells, charring synapses
with literate fires burning brightly in inner skies
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Sorrowful embraces hugging grief, hiding inside with a
contrite gentleness and reserve.
Loss at a crossroads of everlasting prayers, becomes
part and parcel of our whole character on earth.
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Perched on rims of laughter, inviting humor to perfection
on sidelines of happiness.
Dancing with an easy graceful style, coupled together in
balanced ligatures.
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Wonder of gifts given to individuals who seem so
undeserving of them and yet, these self-same
individuals use their talents to the utmost,
creating worlds of literature for many years to
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