RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Capturing the essence of frothy waves of oil paint,
sloshing without - a rectangle slightly askance in a
painting.
Burning fires of a sunset, standing crosswise,
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Purples of happiness, filling my senses as I peer
out a window to watch the wind racing through the
atmosphere.
Catching hold of leaves hanging from trees, blowing
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Patterns of nature enter my mind, touching senses of
intellect to awaken them and learn what is beneath
their meanings.
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Natural inclinations to hide within and write
from depths no one else can enter into.

Peaceful abodes abiding my development, as I
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Reaching out for concepts to enter into many
abstractions that I'm picking up through
avenues of rhythm.
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Roses reflecting in mirrors of time,
enticing me to roam around again in
heaven's gardens.
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Pathways to careers, but to whose pathways - American
citizens or illegals?
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Drifting along life's avenues of trial and tribulations,
looking forward with hope, for a brighter future to come
about.
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Taking turns reaching for goals, twisting their infinite
aspects into factors of reality as they progress ever
tightly around thoughts of imagination.
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Purple hues of yesterday's sunsets sit on my mind,
reliving it's vibrant hues as it settles distinctly
into my soul where it can always be shown on screens
of subconscious joy.
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