RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Never looking back, seeing reflections of the past shining
in memories brightly and vividly.

Touching and taking us into their feelings, tears of joy
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Seeds we've all sown, nourished and nurtured through our
thoughts, ideas and feelings through the years, climbing
mountains, crossing deserts and finding our way.
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Rigid, flowing rhythms bending and swaying in tempos and
measures of chords, forever holding me in air patterns.

Keeping me soaring from areas of heaven, leaving self
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Gently, delicately, swooning and being tempted by another
dimension, beckoning me into it's light, dressing my mind
in new concepts.
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Going out, wanting to find what I've got, living in realms
of unforgettable moments of time, past, present and future.

Allowing for stretches of imagination to take me across
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Reflections of our love throughout the years keeping us to-
gether even through hardships and suffering, never letting
go of the truth.
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Waking in the early morning, nothing to say, being silent
and comforted in solace of the sun rising so expertly and
quietly.
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Tired, moving forward anyway, knowing that through writing
I will gather energy and essence of all that I am in this
life.
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Everlasting and sublime, giving senses freedom to roam and
wander wherever they want, softly penetrating emotions with
an effervescent aura that takes me away For moments at a time.
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Enlightening people poetically in a twilight stage at the ending of life, leaving nothing to the imagination as it trudges forward alone, nothing being left within.

Except possibly tears of yesterday as they fight back the sanctity of what humanity is meaning and holding onto in the reality of what may be coming one day.
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