RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Rushing along pathways, realizing moments of truth as they
fly and soar past and above us.

Always giving feelings of desire a boost, rapidly taking
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Taking a shot in the dark, finding the target every
time no matter what the rhythm may be.

Tasting the essence of every note as it's being
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Slowly looking toward nature while sitting here, peering
out over the mountains in the very near distance.

Watching birds fly, flapping their wings and then landing
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Heart-breaking, being torn in two so many times in life,
tears stored in depths of my soul where they cannot be
touched, only added to.
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Stepping in time to music, rocking to it's rhythm, believing
in it's ability to create poetry.

Filling depths of intellect with an imagination of truth
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Crossing and re-crossing vertical lines of imagination,
watching pictures of thought reverberate and collect
within fabrics of this mind.
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Nature galloping quietly alongside intellect, protecting
it's essence, allowing it to penetrate, be written out
and brought to life.
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Playing the piano in my mind rapidly, solidly and happily
while writing.

Strange thoughts are dropping from rhythms and being placed
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Day by day, measured in time, notes written, youth misspent
and swept under carpets of age-old rhetoric.

Nothing coming to light, troubles multiplied as life sinks
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Hungry for tidbits of wisdom, meeting with ideas in filing
cabinets kept throughout the years.

Lying down in beds of roses, never going to sleep, placidly
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