RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking through my mind, touching upon images of
quiet times.
Relaxing serenely in desperation, awaiting memories
in past foyers.
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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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Predicaments of others touch our hearts and lives,
becoming the altering events on our own pathways
to aging maturity.
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Cautiously living lives of honesty, trying not to
betray anyone's trust, we all live in doubt and
insecurity.
Once we are living in upended stances of doubt, all
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Wanting to do it by yourself, traipsing the world
over inside and out.
Living on edges of surmountable discovery, being
lifted spiritually every day without realization
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