RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Living in a blank verse of life, thinking of the poetry
that will enliven intellect's mind, as music incites
thoughts quietly out of sight.
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Covering my tracks left in imprints on snowy fields of
photographic screens in a brain, not wanting anyone to
be able to follow these thoughts or points of view.
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Roses blooming in thoughts of prose, giving me pleasure as
I watch them blossom, enriching this mind with plentiful
images.
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Riding waves of life into depths of interior oceans,
swimming through abodes of sea life, seeing brilliant
colors and difficult entrances into some of the
tunneled caverns formed by lava and earthquakes from
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Waking to a wonderful sound of music, instantly giving
so much energy, taking and sliding on mercury, riding
into another morning.
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Remembering growing up in New Jersey, seeing pussy willows
scatteringly across the wide expanse above.

Relaxing, enjoying feelings of dampness, stirring in the
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Spinning to rhythms, falling upon this brain rapidly,
stirring and blending thoughts with them, attracting
an inner energy, delighting intellect.
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Dancing rhythms coming gently into mind,
a lonely journey beginning in creative
circumstances.
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Crystal clear rhythms appearing on photographic screens,
rapidly energizing particles of a mind's essence.

Forming and shaping intellect's solemn pieces of intense
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Running from narrow-minded people, not wanting to be trapped
in their spheres of life, tainted with miserable thoughts of
being.
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