RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching visions as they turn up their volume within
my mind, wanting to be seen and heard alike.

Seeing aspects of their intent opening up within my
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Being transported to the church in a black hearse,
flowers piled into the car behind it, followed by
a limo filled with immediate family.
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Heavenly melodies whispering their coded messages of
rhythm to intellect.

Holding my breath at their amazing facts and beautiful
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Waters of life rising, rinsing everything with a spiritual
purity, cleansing sins of humanity, watching as people are
stepping up.
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Heart lying vacant, abandoned by love through death,
leaving me bereft, innocent of any wrong-doing,
suffering because of life's descent into death.
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Walking down pathways of cacti jungles, needles sticking
out, waiting to prick anyone who gets too close.

Blossoms opening within a rainbow of color, exploding in
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Contemplating God, seeing His patience and mercy with
all of humanity, enjoying the peace of knowing that He
loves us in spite of all the evil going on around us
daily.
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Wandering down tunnels of sacred lives, touching every-
thing with melodies, fast-paced rhythms with precision
and agility.
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Sitting, watching nature alongside a desert mountain at
my friend's house, a barely discernible breeze causing
palm fronds, flowers, and bushes to shiver slightly.
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Music touching an interior sky, lifting me solemnly into
an interior life, noticing the emptiness surrounding me
on earth.
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