RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Diving into the spirituality of my being,
feeling enlightenment touching my mind so
gently and delicately.
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Shadows of water rippling against a ceiling, giving
me a thoughtful interlude of possibilities, energiz-
ing the essence of many ideas that are filling my
being at the same time.
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Shredding feelings and emotions, letting them drift
into the ebony darkness of night.

An illuminating and very bright moon casting it's
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Orchestrating life within a deep passion for it's
rhythms, placing it into tones and notes of pleasing
melodies.
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Walking through the music of interior rhythms,
listening to melodies of my heart beat to the
incessant breaths of my lungs.
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Helicopters rising, music playing to the red, white
and blue, Americans taking a stand.

People from every background, locked and loaded, all
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Silently watching as our politicians let muslims and
isis think they are going to take over America.

We the People are not stupid, we know what they are
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Intrepid meanings sitting back while life's intensity
begins every morning when the sun rises.

Losing self in nature, walking through the desert alone,
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Stepping into the twilight, an all-knowing intellect
being accompanied by inner contemplation.

Spirituality rising like smoke from a fire blazing
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Thoughts being illuminated through the darkness,
being touched by innate talent as music begins
to play.
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