RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Colored gray walls touching the grayness within,
peeling itself and placing it in my mind for the
eternal musings of saddened times in life.
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Holding so tightly to precious memories of beautiful
moments had in life, that are now gone forever in
hands of time.
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Desires running rampant, trying to locate places to
be set into.

Wanting bravely to be expressed in imprints of sandy
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Taking notice of heartbeats hitting chords of an inner
piano, playing many rhythms normal or irregular.

Taking off into waves of another dimension, living
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Carrying on as if nothing has happened, wanting so much
for life to be a happy melody that can always be listened
to in a calm flow of ocean tides.
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Introverted all of life, yet an extrovert when it comes
to voicing what I think and feel through poetry.
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Opening periods of listlessness, belittling the time
of peace with insincerity.

All of nature flows openly into every crevice along
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Peaceful awakenings coming into being, recalling
images left on sidelines, waiting for the arrival
of choices to be mine.
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Swaying with rhythms of outer limits in spaces
beyond what I can see, filtering insight into
areas of this brain where intelligence reigns.
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Steady as a rock beneath the rapidly flowing rivers
crossing over it, thinking through a keen clarity of
precision and beauty.
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