RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Walking into a silent solace, not knowing what to expect as I turn each darkened corner.
Expecting the unexpected, praying to be given beauty and nature in abundant picturesque landscapes.
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Leaves waving in the wind, coming into my mind, touching me with nature's calm serenity.
Holding me in arms of God, trees shape around me, keeping me safe in my mind's eye, just being with God.
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Tripping down lanes of drums, beating rhythms of my heart, skipping up and down chords of beautiful particles of nature.
Being enhanced daily by the enormous quest of living, always correcting and absorbing the essences of everything imagination holds within me.
Sensing all factions as they are divulged intrepidly in quiet aptitudes of being.
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Riding in a bed of dreams, galloping with wild horses, pounding through deserts of stark beauty.
Blinded by the sun, soothed by cactus needles, pointing out life's mysteries as I opened my mind and looked for them.
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Musical twittering,
sparkling like fireworks in my mind,
exploding into new inventions with
every blast of lightened beauty.
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Whispering hopes soar about, helping to understand certain aspects of life and finding their ending results are easier to bear.
Watching another in a wheelchair, one leg having been amputated, seeing the sadness emanating from her interior being.
Loss having taken her down a road she'd rather not be traveling upon.
A nurse walks by and grasps her hand, saying, 'good morning' and talking to her for a minute.
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Cleansing my mind's world so I may explore and discover more aspects of yet to be prospects in life.
Circumspect thoughts are being viewed and kept aside in many facets of distant plans and will be executed in perfect unison with rhythms of interior life.
Solemn anticipation folds itself around imagination, taking it on journeys of pleasant surprises for all times.
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Looking down narrow, darkened hallways, hoping to continue to see bluened lights at it's end, carrying me forward into a world of acknowledged beauty and reformation.
A pristine arena of life as it is taken out of normal contexts and given the freedom to soar into new frontiers, allowing people to be like pioneers of old.
Enjoying desert landscapes, appearing in full attire before me with splendid touches only nature can bestow upon earth.
An intense desire sits upon my brow, wanting to get lost in it's immense beauty and vast space.
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Loneliness being sung by a rhythm of my heart,
taking me on a journey with images of sadness.
Feeling the abandonment of others intensely,
trying hard to overlook it and continue writing
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Fingering beautiful melodies as they travel within my brain, alighting in my mind.
Twinkling brightly, touching imagination with renewed rhythms, taking me to outer atmosphere's where I can be settled down.
Living through each musical composition that reveals itself to me in knowledgeable proportions so I may sit comfortably in life's hardships as they come and go in blinks of an eye through moments of time.
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