RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rocking through deserts on horseback, reliving spiritual exercises from the past.
Creating images tantamount to calmer energies on roads of destiny.
Folding and unfurling each aspect of self, continuing to exist inside a labyrinth.
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Lost in a forsaken dream of life, exacting familiar visions from the tarmac of reality.
Intently thinking, being so very habitual as I succumb to death's nearest horizon.
Sleepily focusing on what I'd like to be doing as I silently fall asleep on the next horizon.
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Watching drums fall carefully into my mind, keeping time with my inner experiences and destiny.
Totaling many efforts of past inclinations while moving, swaying, dancing in a frill of music, holding onto a peace sincerely felt inside.
Deeply held beliefs being carried interiorly towards fate's doors.
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Cornering aspects of life in everyday realities, surrendering to overly expectant promises, tallying experiences like slices of bread in loaves at hand.
Pacing selves according to beliefs held from childhood.
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Muted reverberations, sounding exemplary etudes of design, bouncing memories to and fro, collecting them and making sense of their images and clear-cut visions.
Taking in facets, unseen before this moment, beckoning them towards dawn's early light.
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Nervous excitement thrilling insides of rhythmic balance, inducing a mesmerizing infatuation, foraging closely over terrain not ordinarily
traveled on.
Seeking facets of beauty standing starkly in wide open vistas overlooking everyday sights.
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Enjoying the beating of a rhythm as it enfolds everyone in it's grasp, holding on for dear life, penetrating etudes, crawling along on tightropes of agility.
Belonging only to it's grip on mind-bending skates of eternal measures of beauty.
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Silencing habits from within as I travel down streets of routine.
Likely wisdom falling at my feet, never injuring my soul, as I write whatever I feel at any given moment in time.
So happy to penetrate the english language with innate intelligence and joy at it's presence within.
Never lacking in words to express what goes on in the reality of my mind and soul.
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Medallions, patches, pins, parading around Buddy Stubbs on vests of proud chests.
Smiling, talking, looking through the crowd for a familiar face to greet and pass the time of day.
Eating, drinking, enjoying the band and loitering through the day.
An event full of good times and friends - new and old.
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Finding memories spinning around, flying off of ceiling fans and onto floors of dirt and dust.
Completely cornering decisive motions, enveloping all ideas as they protrude from evenings calamities.
Touching picturesque visions with each moment of factual information.
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