RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Jubilantly focusing on the beauty of rhythms beckoning
from inside intellect.

Shining softly and bringing thoughts to mind with an
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Moments of life filter through the sieve of death,
trickling down my heart and out my eyes.

There is a light of hope reaching out, letting me
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Reminding pictures of yesterday, come silently into view,
making sure they are being noticed by intellect.

Being created individually as the clock slowly revolves
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Wind kicking up outside, blowing dry brown leaves across
the ground with no warning whatsoever.

Turning and twisting in balls of wind, as they travel
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Cautiously moving into outer realms, wanting to find comfort
in writing without stopping or being interrupted.

Lively feelings caressing interiorly, softening the blows
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Striking the match of intellect, causing flames to fire
up imagination and bring thoughts into picturesque images
to be written out now.
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Focusing on rhythms of interior beginnings,
watching them as a kaleidoscope changing
patterns and designs automatically and
unendingly.
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Injurious memories, creeping around, ashamed to come
to the surface, yet pulling them up anyway.

Letting the light of day shine upon them, disclosing
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Raising expectations, knowing that they will be met in
time, allowing an internal spirit to open and blossom.
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Watching pool players, sometimes sensing the essence of
one or another of them.
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