RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Snapping neurons and synapses with intellect, wanting
to see what will happen, hoping to see some sparks or
embers, perhaps fireworks being created and exploding.
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Tying threads to abstract concepts, like kites flying
above in the atmosphere with tails.

No fears or doubts, watching how deftly they fit in
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Rhythms growing and running through my mind, all
during the night, enticing spirits of my being
with their energy.
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Trees of all sizes and shapes, standing in lines, being
in nature's beauty pageants unknown to people on earth.

Tall and slender, bent and fragile, sturdy and stout,
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Starting with beginnings of every tempo, letting it
tantalize my brain, knowing that poetry will be forth-
coming, no effort, always at my beck and call.
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Frolicking into mysteries of life, enjoying their fundamen-
tal basis with pleasure.

Testing their integrity, finding that it is stronger each
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Not wanting to be a witness to the cruelty of isis
as they tear apart families, purity from children
and torture and murder innocent populations.
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Stretching and arching my back for seconds at
a time, then going back to writing poetry.

Keeping time closely to my being and not letting
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Listening to a rapid tone being played by a guitar,
a refreshing and spiritually awakening song.

This morning, Cactus Kountry is playing upbeat and
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These blue, green, gray eyes are changing from one
color to another since being in my mother's womb.

A unique quality that I thoroughly enjoy seeing
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