RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Switching positions, falling deeply into calculations of mathematical formulas, curiosity wondering how they can be made and measured to fit aged molds of yesterday.
So far, not being able to be forced into equations of old,
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Strumming heart strings, eliciting beautiful prose from a bluened atmosphere.
Tossing rhythms into melodies, enveloping them with solid perceptions as they travel onto future highways of intellectual
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Giant, graceful trees,
hanging their boughs gracefully,
being careful not to get tangled
in winds blowing them around.
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Pictures even now, being hung with attention to concerted efforts as they are placed in sequences of undisclosed knowledge.
Carefully calculated according to coded messages, never divulged in retrospect or speech.
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Walking along dense forest paths, savoring pine scents drifting towards my senses.
Listening to sounds of animals as they roam across the forest floor, searching for food, rest and recreation.
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Sadness of life lingers in all of us.
Watching down a hallway, seeing CNA's, once full of hopes of helping others, now languishing in mediocre pools of dissatisfaction.
No aspirations of achieving any modicum of healthy attitudes to their duties and or patients.
Sorrowful, inept individuals, walking hallways, being watched by a poet - a patient of theirs - as she senses the sheer hopelessness of their situations.
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Lights flashing off and on with every image and color, showing themselves exclusively to inner screens of photographic landscapes.
Always pushing me into many enlightened pathways where
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Soothing fingerings filling my mind with many notes of constant restraint.
As they solemnly rely on the talent of intellect to exchange them for words sated in meaning and given simple examples to live by as
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