RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Watching clocks of past times
revolve around present situations,
allowing us to find pleasure
in moments of splendor.
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Writing into an atmosphere of another dimension, giving all
efforts in this decision.

Allowing my entire being to be involved in the testimony of
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Shadowy clouds sliding slowly across stormy skies,
covering the sun, closing it's eyes above a baseball
game in Peoria.
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Entering another realm in another dimension farther than
ever before, being brought there by a rocking rhythm.

Surrounding a mind of thoughts, following wherever the
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Riding down freeways of incessant behaviors, watching them
step up in front, knowing that each one will find it's place
in the interior destiny of my future.
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Living into senior years with a sadness always at the edges
of it, thinking back, wondering how you ever made it in one
piece to where you are right here in this place.
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Flames rising higher, flaring out brighter and hotter, senses
picking up on them.

Intensifying desires of love, spiraling them into infinity
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Falling into step with rhythms, penetrating our minds
with symbols of freedom and independence.

Loving all feelings flowing through our beings, light
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Water pouring across the desert from a storm of tremendous
force, bedeviling cacti and brush alike, not able to absorb
the great amount of rain water flooding over everything.
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Strolling casually down desert pathways, a gentleman,
debonair and reserved, walking with both hands behind
his back, pondering life itself.
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