RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Softening the lights, letting sadness take center stage,
developing thoughts with beats of a drum, keeping pulses
moving with drum rolls down the streets of interior
attitudes.
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Silent, still Monday morning, clouds filling
the sky overhead.

Trance-like qualities filling without, letting
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Desert trees beckoning from the side of the highway,
waving hello, gently, with help from a morning wind,
flowing through the atmosphere.
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Jets soaring above seeming to skim right across the mountain-
sides, looking so sleekly and beautiful in the skyways of my
mind.
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Rapidly driving into depths of being, taking solace along,
listening to music and contemplating on what life is worth.

Noticing the smallest details all around, seeing it's
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Looking into real life, finding so many episodes of
difficulties lying around, stretching their bodies
in acrimonious thoughts.
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White lines stretching in every direction
across the sky, left in the wake of many
jets.
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Rhythm is taking me to places beyond where I am right
now.

Finding places to hide and write, getting away from the
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Stepping quietly into the silent atmosphere,
seeking the peaceful beauty of inner seascapes.

Wanting to walk along shore, splashing the rhythms
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Watching trees waving happily as I sit here at Wendy's
enjoying a frosty and decaf coffee.

Smiling at the energetic way in which nature beckons,
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