RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Hiding within, looking outside self at the
environment, surrounding earth in plights
of illumination.
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Watching images of little children running around in
reflections of a mind.

Seeing their innocence, wonder and awe in everything
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Pushing rhythms into linear dimensions, watching them
delineate, shimmer and focus themselves so differently
than what they are.
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Closing these eyes, opening this mind to illuminating colors
and shapes continually forming without thought or thinking.

Mysteriously appearing time after time, encountering beauty
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Coasting along inner shorelines, watching waves rise
and crash incessantly in regular and irregular rhythms,
taking in every ounce of power given to them through
nature.
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Wandering through forests, looking for the mysteries
of nature.

Searching endlessly, taking every pathway that is created,
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Livening this spirit, awakening freedom only being created
interiorly, running, taking pathways into winter snows and
hailing snowflakes to come into mind.
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Beating rhythms calling ancient formulas, giving ideas
to create poetry with, illuminating barriers so they
may always be avoided when writing.
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Rocking rhythmically into future tomorrows, always seeing
many visions being interpreted from music.

Instrumentally being played and written incessantly into
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Strolling quietly down aisles, thinking of nothing
much.

Looking into forests of interior recollection, being
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