RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Juggling activities with ease, enjoying their beauty and
fervor with a splendid sense of purpose, altering and
enlivening our movements through the years.
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Joyful music filling my mind expansively with energy and verve.
Inquisitively bouncing around, prying loose thoughts, kept
hidden from sight through times of sorrow.
Allowing hope to penetrate and become an entire part of life's
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Nature comes into being with very little effort or thought.
Blending experience with imagination and turning depths
inside out.
Creating vast pools of novel ideas to be swum and intercepted
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Racing across expanses of subconsciousness,
having fun twisting and turning from deserts
to oceans in split second mind pivots.
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Looking selfishly within, seeing screens of imagination
all my own.
Scraping away reality from my mind's shoes, taking
pleasure in it's disappearance.
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Wondering about riddles and their syncopetic rhythms,
wandering through my mind, wanting to grasp answers
just out of sight.
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Sorrowful silence finding a desert oasis in a jungle
of cacti and excruciating arid heat.

Listening carefully to accents of habitual desert
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Stranded in lines of possibilities, weighing processes of
imagination against innate talent.

Coming up with bountiful experiences to be written in land-
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Ragged rhythms, standing end to end,
fitting themselves into designs of
today's routines.
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Soaring ever higher, flying to outskirts of reality,
testing it's edges, walking along them, watching for
a break or gap to escape it's circumstantial
circumference.
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