RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Recognizing aromas of desert landscapes as they touch senses
of smell, taking the essence of all that is plentiful.

An asset in the morning, sun rising above desert mountains,
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Shaking with rhythms of an old seventies tune, letting it
take us into steady beats of disco land.

Grooving and moving to funky music of white boys as it
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Waiting in an exterior dimension for rhythms to come and
claim my heart, being tantalized and driven into deeply
held convictions of another time.
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Reaching for the stars, walking in orbits above earth,
traveling the universe in style.

Sliding down the Milky Way, casting lines out into
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Allocating pleasure in life to it's rightful place in daily
routines, always letting it be practiced and enticed by
rhythms incessantly.
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Striking chords, living on edges of earth,
wanting to let go and begin over again on
the other side.
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Reliving memories once again of childhood, never tiring
of their innocence and purity of heart and soul.

Feelings of wonder and awe brilliantly shining from innate
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Watching trees behind me, whispering to one another
in an afternoon breeze.

Listening from afar, hoping to hear a little of their
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Spinning through this morning, thinking and creating
products of poetry.

Living in a world of my own creation, blocking out
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Waking to create again throughout the day, enjoying a
promise of fulfillment coming into my mind and soul.

Covering tracks through poetry, sliding onto slippery
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