RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Traipsing down avenues, belying mistrust and doubt,
catering to ideas of progressive jealousy.
Mind-set away from negative feelings, taking joyful
moments, secreting them inside a corner of my mind
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Twisting into a regular rhythm, beating to the tune of my imagination.
Talent shaking itself from rafters in the ceiling, turning them loose in a mind of regeneration.
Taking hold of every loose idea forming in pools of crystal sand, showing us pictures of what our future's will become.
Beating rhythms constantly, touching senses of this mind, reverberating in caverns of stifled beauty, awaiting returns of brilliant voicing.
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Dual rhythms playing in my head,
taking their turns with left and right sides of grey matter. Intertwining massive amounts of creative juice upon sheets
of ice to glide about my mind, enjoying each skid and twist
as it happens to come my way.
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Fissures of absence are filled with a bluened light
being sent from above.
Turning about, leaving no traces of being here,
figuring totals of some day will be found on doorsteps
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Children all around, laughing, teasing, having a
great time.
Watching other people, imitating them in ordinary
ways, causes even the sternest person to grin or
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