RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Expressions of ultimate creations being painted on an
interior screen, nothing barring it's way.

Always looking at exemplary products of mathematical
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Watching as this mind tiptoes over thoughts lying about on
the floor of my soul, surfacing ideas holding onto fibers
and particles of being.
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Watching rain as it falls from heavenly skies, giving a
refreshing sense of thought in each and every drop as it
hits the ground.
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Tentative schedules can always be changed spontaneously
and according to the mood I happen to be in.

Writing from an outlook of being, taking only feelings
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Runaway dreams take me into places that I would ordinarily
never get to see.

Loving to experience differences they bring about in thinking processes, finding avenues leading to many possibilities of creativeness.
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Shadows of shadows coming out from hiding, presenting
themselves in attitudes of hidden joy, liking their
poses as they freely move, taking this mind into many
corners of my brain.
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A face full of whiskers hanging about
doing nothing much, but looking around.

Little white ones and little black ones
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So solemn an object, to death do not defy,
for it will leave you by the side.

For the fool cannot forgive, nor the wise,
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Life slipping seconds away, clouds hanging overhead,
looking into a world of nothing, no return.

Newness covering over death, leaving little traces
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Color of sneakers disappearing in the soft carpet,
treading no where and hearing no foot fall, asleep
while waking from a dream.
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