RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Purple blossoms popping out on bushes along streets,
welcoming passers-by with their beauty.

Supplying life with an essence of nature, adding a
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Mind trained intuitively towards writing poetry
while listening to all types of music, both
musical and lyrical.
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Solemn and intriguing, life sits before me, debating
itself and it's worth.

Knowing only that writing is where it's at for me,
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Stringing along, strumming the guitar with emphasis
on life's struggles as it is being played.

An intensity found only in the greatest of players,
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Vaporous breath blowing from within a freezing
corner in life's restaurant.

Looking outside, watching the wind blow gustily
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Trotting along, sitting upon a horse, thinking and
pondering all the steps already taken in this life.

Turning, aligning with the entire universe as it
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Sentiments hiding deeply inside, not wanting to
be felt, because I am tired right now.

Living in a blind spot, not seeing life for the
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Sentiments hiding deeply inside, not wanting to
be felt, because I am tired right now.

Living in a blind spot, not seeing life for the
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Living on edges of everything that I am able
to, reaching for clouds, wanting to hop into
another time and dimension as life stresses
me out.
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Encrypting codes into the reality of rhythm,
listening to it playing, doing it spontaneously
and energetically.
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