RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching time count itself down to the end, with death standing there, awaiting it's time.
Expecting the obvious, knowing it is always unexpected, yet feeling it anew each time.
Exhausting periods of life when eyes begin to close on earth, soon to reopen on the other side of heaven, no one knowing that you're gone until it's too late.
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Another hoop dance with members of the audience,
adults and children alike.

A hilarious rendition of a native American tradition,
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Rioting within, finding an abundance of feelings as I
dance about my mind.

Elaborating senses and taking them forward along byways
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Scribbling and drawing any manner of designs and figures
across this mind, adding colors, reaching deeply within.

Allowing energy and electricity to flow through my being,
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Piano playing rapidly and beautifully, tapping out rhythms
that I love to hear.

Quickly finding it's way into intellect, stirring it like
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In short supply throughout life, having to watch for and
grasp it all as fast as you possibly can.

A tacit, realistic portion to be had only if looking for
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Peaceful yet energetic, living on the edge and loving
it's danger and excitement, starting a fire within,
adrenaline building.
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Staying hungry, an extensive and intense appetite to
satisfy curiosity and questions that alight upon this
mind.
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Roosting as it were, just sitting here and writing, looking
around, noticing all the bright neon lights blinking and
beckoning everyone to come and play, more importantly to
spend their money, after all this is a casino.
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Situating my mind in an environment of fantasy when
delighting in figments of imagination.

Creating stories and situations with messages culminating
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