RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Racing over desert plains, not wanting to stop for anything,
nothing is going to keep me from taking off for parts unknown.

Waiting for corners of the world to open their doors so I can
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There's darkness on the edge of this life, deepening
every day, waiting for death to say when and take me
with him.
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Stepping up stairways into alcoves of somewhere beyond,
lifting our minds into aspects of other dimensions.

Taking apart minute particles of curiosity, allowing
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Rhythms shaking and taking me into peaceful interludes
of musical melodies.

Beautiful petals of flowers, blossoming into ten
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Hiding within, sitting here, waiting for surgery
on my artery, holding back feelings about it, not
knowing what to expect from the whole operation.
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Solemnly listening to interior thoughts, worrying a little,
trying to ignore their interpretations right now.

Music rhythmically playing into my brain, lifting me into
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Beating of this heart is incessant, taking self down pathways
through literature.

Pounding the earth, watching powdery dust form all around,
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Racing with my mind against time, rhyming rapidly to
rhythms, enjoying the faster pace, going like a jet
into outer atmospheres.
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Joyous motions filling inner renditions of compositions,
being traced from intellect and playing into the spaces
opening up for them.
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Telling stories of life as they come, searching for the
endless senses to write into poetry.

Intense sections of thought, delving quickly into my
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