RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Investigating depths of inner thoughts, hibernating in my
subconscious mind, having a joyful time, sending many
vibrant ideas into intellect.
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Shadows softly creeping across silent fields of memories,
every once in a while, highlighting some to be used in
timeless verse.
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Taking notice of heartbeats, hitting chords of an inner
piano, playing many rhythms, normal or irregular.

Taking off into waves of another dimension where I can
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Carrying on as if nothing has happened, wanting so much
for life to be a happy melody that can always be listened
to in a calm flow of ocean tides.
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Life grows endlessly in a dream, reality allows just one
moment at a time to be seen.

Incongruent demarcation is a constant revelation unseen
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Taking in stride, the appalling lack of coordination and
feelings of helplessness.

All the wonder and fun dispersed because of a lapse in
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Elderly frailty needing a rest, an elderly gentleman
sits on the edge of a potted tree.

Quietly talking, smiling, nodding, looking so cute
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Listening to an Editor from Writer's Digest, a boring
interlude, mind strays, eyes wander to the ceiling.

Glistening jewels hanging above, capturing my mind,
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Comma. Comma. Comma.

Never begin a poem with a comma.
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When the light of blue recreation alights upon my mind,
I play tantalizing games within my soul.

Rearranging whatever happens to be stagnating, causing
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