RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Writing into an atmosphere of another dimension, giving all
efforts in this decision.

Allowing my entire being to be involved in the testimony of
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Noticing every little sound and image as a baseball
game participates without me.
Hearing bats crack as players hit balls, crowds
screaming into thin, cooled air without a trace of
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Formulating inarticulate speech, mind full of jargon
and incomplete sentences.
A soliloquy, patronizing, full, replete, addressing
no public figures nor humanity's inquisitors.
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Sandy feelings grinding against me as waves crash
beneath the boardwalk at Seaside Heights, New
Jersey.
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Whipping out honky tonk blues, twisting
and turning them onto the dance floor
where all can see and participate.
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Blanketing everything in so many beautiful justifications
of living in a freedom of joyful anticipation, coming into
junctions of eternal beauty.
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Shadowy clouds sliding slowly across stormy skies,
covering the sun, closing it's eyes above a baseball
game in Peoria.
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Inner tangents being smoothed like glass with water flowing
constantly over them.

Portraying intrepid sights of noncommittal, while holding
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Selecting tones from amongst rhythms being played intensely
inside this mind, creating ideas to help mankind in the long
run, hoping to manufacture many wonderful things hiding from
within.
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