RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Singly, searching for ends of time, wanting to grasp hold
of them, shifting, spinning, catching everything tightly
in arms of love.
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Traipsing along sidewalks, going through rhythms and
over tempos into possibilities of other dimensions.

Creating, developing, energizing life through puzzles
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Soft, gentle, whispers speaking into the evening, breezes
blowing silently across the arid desert, always capturing
thoughts.
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Rotating, spinning, tapping, joining in all the fun as
music continues to play harmoniously throughout the
afternoon, being blessed with an effervescent pattern.
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Life has an abundance of gifts if your eyes are open to
seeing them, living faster than ever, every moment now
counting.
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Surprising moments in life being awakened every morning
through an imaginational reality that continues to grow
exponentially throughout life.
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Reaching towards another dimension in thought, having a
great time as ideas grow like wildflowers in my mind,
blossoming right out loud.
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Waking up every morning, going to sleep at night,
every moment is included through poetry, writing
incessantly and prolifically.
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Translating music into poetical interludes, writing heart,
soul, feelings and emotions into poetry, always wondering
how it is I'm able to do it.
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Listening to a song about people who think they're always
right, running from them, folding inside for a reprieve
from noise they are giving in diatribes of righteousness.
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