RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Secretly flowing like lava oozing from an active
volcano, covering my mind with mosaics of deepened
grief.
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Sensing moments, unforgettable to inner senses of
misplacement.

Tending to emotions, sliding about with no attach-
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Reading into deep pockets, arranging tickets of yesterday
into books of life-like photos, interceding with adroit
moments of view.
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Lasting tunes develop into poetical stances.
Portraying life on it's edges of tomorrow's
fate, glancing forward, while falling back-
wards into pools of bluened genius.
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Insinuating silence continuing without reprieve,
it's cessation of life.
Forging possibilities into the night, recreating
ideas to be used differently in dimensions set
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Insights abound in a corner of consciousness.
Secreting pieces of intuition on cliffs,
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Fires flaming down sides of imagination,
burning ideas into pages of poetry.
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Instead of looking into each other's eyes,
they are looking into one another's souls.
Feeling the music of heavenly chords.
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Sensing strongly the love of other people,
strangers in the night, coming to wish me
well and show their appreciation for the
gifts God has given me.
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Approaching daylight with my soul opened and receptive to the mysteries of nighttime dreams.
Containing all the words of feeling emotions in one heart of a being, left alone on earth's shores.
Walking slowly, kicking at the rocks along the way, trying to overcome all the obstacles of a lifetime in seconds of a moment's time on earth.
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