RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sharply being taken into a prelude of tomorrow,
giving insights into what will transpire when I
walk into its atmosphere.
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Resting on laurels of peaceful reminiscence, relaxing,
watching interior videos play automatically in leisurely
fashion.
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Racing into melodies, playing all the rhythms flowing
into my mind, taking me to avenues of being and recall.

A wonderful feeling and sensation, taking it all into
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Standing, listening, watching, waiting for visions to
be apprehended and written into poems.

Always being invited back so I can remember with
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Peering through venetian blinds at a world of nature
waiting to be noticed and voiced in poems today.

Trees, skies, all vying for a place in my mind,
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Traveling byways, exploring and discovering many things
in life.

Being forever curious, always wanting to learn, and
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Sitting within myself, arranging things to my own
specifications.

Wanting everything to be in an orderly fashion,
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Slowly walking, taking hesitant steps in my mind,
unsure of which direction to go.

So many options filling my mind with exciting
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Relaxing, easy listening music tempting me beyond
recognition, softly lying in a featherbed of desire.

Nothing catching, leaving me undisturbed in a revelry
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