RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Opening morning to many possibilities on this day -
Halloween.
Seeing youngsters, dressed in varied costumes, holding
parents hands and following wherever they're led.
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Listening at doorways of yesterday, hearing stories from
youth being told by parents when they were older.
Good to hear them in my mind again, only wish they were
really here, talking to me.
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Likely thoughts of remembrance lie dormant,
looking around, not really wanting to be
expressed.
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Long lasting thoughts, revolving in my mind, never tiring
from their daily toil, always being persuaded to carry on
through every situation.
Never leaving anything undone, choosing to continue
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Ringing threads of life around trees, watching them
intertwine and grow to great proportions with little
or no nurturing from outside sources.
Imagination takes care of it with no problem at all.
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Fingering classical rhythms in my mind, enjoying their
patterns and the denizens being made of them with each
note being played that I see.
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Rhythm's ragging into minds of enlightenment,
aligning people into sets of music with unending
mysteries.
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Aroma of yesterday fills my mind with it's memory,
taking me on a journey of bittersweet images.
Traveling down lanes, watching love being gathered
in petals of flowers, savored fragrances filling my
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In the waiting room of Dr. L's new office, enjoying it's
spaciousness, artistic grace and style.
A much larger office than the one before, to accommodate
all the new patients coming in.
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Knowing and being a patient of Dr. L.'s has been quite
an experience.
All sorts of tests, blood work, regulating medicines up
and down, I.V.'s, shots - all in the name of patient care.
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