RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Singularly listening to interludes of life
held deeply within intellect's wisdom and imagination.
Carrying forth all thoughts that accumulate in spirals
of adherent beauty.
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Patterns of the environment circle and taunt, pushing me to notice every detail formed and shaped by intellect.
Solidly testing ideas as they are being created one by one.
Amazing feats of memory, taking me on roller coaster rides through yesterday and all it's trials, suffering and happiness.
Serving me in depths of lifelong endeavors through poetical musings, carrying me forward into a future destiny of my own creation.
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Rationalizing life with unending excuses for not living it fully and using every iota of talent to make earth a better place for all mankind.
Using purposes fully, recognizing the potential in everyone, standing together and being considerate of all those you meet along the way.
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Silently wishing to meet a friend along the way.
To make the trip not so lonely, I pray.
Sometimes prayers aren't answered, as alone,
we go our way.
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Entering dimensions beyond my sphere of life,
liking moments spent in contemplation.
Listening attentively to beings beyond my sight
on the other side of death.
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Supporting life through many devices of creativity,
painting, art, music, writing.
Taking them altogether and building on their ingenuity,
designing mosaics of talent for future happiness.
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Bereavement filling me with it's presence, angering me with it's feelings and meanings of death.
Focusing on loved ones, wishing they were still here, feeling intensely, their absence, crying into many twilight evenings, alone in
familiar places.
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Wishing the time could be stopped for a day or two -
or maybe longer, so I could continue to stay in this
place of energetic musical writing.
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