RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sitting in a rocking chair or on a swing, whatever takes
me back and forth in the air, feeling the breeze blowing
my hair about my face.
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Forests of vacancies, freeing the essence of inner beings,
living in recesses of a future open meadow filled with
flowers and blossoms of exquisite fragrances, aromas and
colors.
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Sections of life crowd outside of boundaries set up to
keep locations intact.

Wanting to always take up with the best particles of
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Charging lanterns, setting them alongside of the road,
clouded with darkness where an empty feeling combs
through and makes me feel the pain of yesterday's loss.
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Living in a chamber of total silence, nothing to see or
hold on to, just the warmth of inner tears wiping my soul.

Fires of love, burning lower than ever before, quietly
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Carefully taking adjectives and placing them in auras of
decipherable messages, built upon an interior intellect.

Subjective and collectible, entering positive aspects of
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Showering life with an abundance of blessings, taking us
onto the surface of freshly created deserts.

Sand storms hit and fill earth with thick clouds of dust,
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Standing in hallways, awaiting newly formed designs to
to enter imagination and shape vocabulary to be used in
writing a brand new poem.
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Sure-footed, not ever missing a step, proceeding into
rhythms that have developed through poetical compositions.

Knowing and understanding sensations of an interior essence,
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Exciting nerve endings, pulling senses into an atmosphere
of acquiring solace where temptations are abounding.

Attempting to bring about a better than melancholy feeling,
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