RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Tapping and energetically forming lines of poetry,
rhythms taking me into frontiers of my mind.

Engrossed totally in bluened light of the Divine,
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Rhythms being tapped out loud, yet their codes remain
silent within intellect.

Interpreting what is being said in measures of time,
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Listening, writing to exacting and concise mathematical
rhythms, sliding and gliding about tones like an ice
skater at a skating rink.
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Watching the news coming from Paris, seeing the horrifying
terror that's been perpetrated there.

Now learning that isis has targeted New York and Washington
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Things in life blind me, taking away my sight for moments
at a time.

Waiting patiently for intellect, knowing it will bring it
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Filing my spirit interiorly, pouring faith and hope
consistently within, always keeping their fires brightly
and religiously.
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Following pathways through a bluened atmosphere and into
heaven's gardens.

Seeing beautiful ten dimensional roses that have heavenly
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Twilight holding onto my spirit, letting it's mystical
properties be shown through poetry.

Saturating devotion held within, giving it a special
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Collecting information in a storm of emotion, feelings being
blown in all directions, still and silent, contributing to
solace intensely filling my mind.
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Soothing with intense feelings of sadness and sorrow,
holding my heart cupped in the palms of my hands.

Filled with tears of abandonment, falling from them
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