RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Looking out the windows, seeing trees beckoning shyly
here inside.

Major varieties of them, all standing about, some regal,
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Scattered around are pieces of modern art, some stretching
in bodies of sculptures, dancing in time without moving an
inch.
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So explicitedly clear, every detail magnified walking up the
many mountains in my mind, effortlessly climbing, not even
out of breath on the steepest parts.
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Discovering many moments of
peaceful intuitity, watching
as this mind is increasing in
silent knowing of things
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Looking closely into the future, seeing it carry on
without my presence.

Searching to find a place where I might be, finding
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Opening flowers, letting their scents engulf
all my senses, drenching life in aromas of
heaven.
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Finding nothing important in reality's dreams, unless it
deals with family, and it's love.

Being expressed through the years in many hugs and loving
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Looking at opaque feelings, watching them cloud over,
trying to hide how they feel, so as not to be tormented
by thoughts of other people's narrow-minded views through
emotions and how they should or shouldn't be used in life.
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Delving into death's signs of preoccupation,
attempting to figure out his calculations
and equations showing him who to take next.
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Peaceful lands of desert, filled with the spirits
of life-long ancestors.

Feeling comforted, being held in mountainous arms,
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