RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Clouds floating across a blue sky, reminding us of clear
mornings upon awakening early just after sunrise, elegant,
beautiful, touching intellect with a precise and exacting
figure of speech silently through poetry.
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Walking along, enjoying peace of natural sights, blossoms
standing daintily in the sun, shyly beckoning our vision
as we walk by them.
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Lively feelings jumping around inside, tickling and teasing
intellect, soliciting and remarking silently, mind watching
as all words scramble to find an avenue to vacate.
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Reflections of mysteries now shining brightly into mind and
intellect with an openness that surprises even this poet,
imagination and reality now widespread.
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Slowly trotting down dusty cowboy trails of yesterday, re-
membering saguaros when they were younger and smaller, now
they have grown so much taller and greener.
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Acknowledging the wonder of listening to music playing
articulate rhythms, musically playing it intellectually,
touching this mind so intensely.
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Sharply contrasting life with nature, it's essence and purpose,
finding they are closely related and yet totally different.

Differentiated only by their make-up, standing out in all their
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Morning has broken into tiny increments throughout the day,
giving each particle it's time in sunshine for a while to
bask in it's warmth.
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Enjoying this peaceful poetical atmosphere here at Dr. L.'s
office, always being so conducive to writing poetry, allow-
ing the freedom of thought to flow incessantly while here.
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Going into department stores, looking for specific things,
not finding any that fit what's needed, a friend stopping
to look at whatever catches here eye.
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