RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Touching newly made dreams with a mind of ingenuity and
focus, grasping many rhythms, placing all of them into
brightly formed compositions, taking me into lands of
creation.
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Blanketing this mind in rose petals, sensuously touching
and waking desires to be fulfilled and laid to rest in
beds of a complete and unconditional love.
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Taking sorrows into beds of roses, filling them with
nourishing tastes of salted tears coming from interior
wells.
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Holding my tongue, not talking much, saving what
I have to say for words in poems.

Savoring feelings being brought to life by senses
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Falling into the muck of life, stuck in the mire of it's
stench, unable to rid self of the awful odors emanating
from a landfill of bad memories.
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Traveling noiselessly down life's highways,
carrying no excess baggage.

Relying on inner ingenuity to get through
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Resting peacefully in an atmosphere of solemn serenity,
adjusting rhythms interiorly to fit in with how I am
feeling today.
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Twisting, turning, tapping, enjoying an array of poetical
music as it tampers playfully with heart and soul, inside.

Enjoying the attitude of creative juices flowing through
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Gray skies stretching across the heavens, taking me with
them for an awesome ride.

Traveling at the speed of sound, taking in everything as
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Nature waiting just outside the door, beckoning me
to come join festivities it is creating today.

Splendid intimidation calling me into it's fullness,
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