RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Musically sending, me into a whirlwind of rhythm,
breathless and full of energy.

Plenty of rhythm sliding down many pathways of life,
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Listening to music of this mind, composing it so energetically
and faithfully.

Such beauty falling into visions of my mind, images walking
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Reflections mirroring whatever is being looked at, giving
many images to collect and gather into photographic screens.

All to be saved for later on when reunited with them in quiet
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Resting in a desert oasis of my own creation,
lying back and thinking of what life has
brought into my being.
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Rhythms relocating memories into intellect's imagination,
giving pause for thought.

An unusual rendition is being called upon as auras of
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Integrating all types of knowledge and wisdom into thoughts
of intellect, continuing to think of all things I am curious
about in this world.
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Wondering in realms of curiosity, looking for answers and
particular information to help learn more about life and
it's reasons for being.
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Holding my own, yet here I am again in the hospital emergency
room, it's just never-ending in this life, feeling lost and
alone, no one can help me and I know it.
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Required reading in life is whatever you can write yourself,
making your own volumes of poetry, telling of your struggle.

Eventually looking back, losing time, awakening constantly
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Sorrowfully thinking of a friend, knowing he will be devastated
if something should happen to me.

Trying to hold on for family and him, praying that life will be
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