RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Eyes looking into the mirror, seeing a reflection I don't
always recognize, sometimes still half asleep, too early
for getting up after being awake all night.
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Rhythms twirling about like a baton being spun by a majorette, rushing across fields lying still and empty for no one is playing football now.

Singing happening in levels of singular incidents that respond only to individuals that are out being entertained while singing of this life.
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Fading horizons dimming quietly, not wanting any attention to be sent this way, looking back into yesterday where all used to be taken for granted in immature and childish ways of a young person.

Not quite seeing the reality of the world around them, ghostly lights stepping back and forth, not knowing where to place their hat or coat because of a sense of loss during the night that never is recognized until too late.
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Solitary and free, feeling independence overflowing from
within intellect, carrying me into an oblivious atmosphere,
one where I can multiply concepts infinitely.
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The light in my life has gone out, no more to be seen
on this earth.

Leaving only the poetry I've written behind to be read
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Warning annuls of everlasting science, parading cadavers down
through the ages.

Filling all life with decayed thoughtlessness, leaving all
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Forgotten memories come back to haunt minds of men, mine
come back, bringing with them lots of ideas.

Imagination begins to take over and soon there is a story
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Bending branches of trees, hanging into a memory of
childhood, reminders of all the good and wonderful
times had when climbing them everyday, feeling
protected and loved by their enduring presence in
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Responding to calls of nature while sitting here inside
by the computer, writing.

Whiling away in wonder and curiosity, letting imagination
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Flowing and soaring into the air, billowing as it passes by trees, whispering breezes at their leaves, touching lips of imagination as it kisses it lightly in a silent friendship.

Being alive in Mother Nature and humanity together, picturing images as they become created in the very midst of rhythms tonight.
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