RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stymied, puzzled into labyrinths of indiscriminate specters of invisible thought.
Always turning introspective, wondering what life is going to bring into our futures.
Visions standing straight forward, balancing nothing between ideas, just writing every unfolded image into poetry.
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Silently, fruit of a tree falls upon a table in the courtyard of my life.
As I watch, it becomes just a picture upon my photographic memory, savored and held on to through all my days in poetry.
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Backgrounds of yesterday come through in a song I first learned to sing when in girl scouts in seventh grade.
An exhilarating melody called love potion number nine.
I still feel it's specialness inside each time I sing it today.
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Centering within, focusing on beyond, transferring thought into words.
Contemplating spiritual ideas with prayer, beginning faith as
it spreads beautiful colors without and intense hues within my brain.
Carefully, adjusting everything to fit the vision in my mind forever.
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Falling asleep amidst thoughts, hurting inside with past feelings of abandonment held onto morosely.
So much a part of her life that she can't let go of them, they've become a part of who she is.
Unfortunately, reasons are kept and not able to be released from her heart.
Tremoring, quaking quietly, tears falling softly from her mind's memories every day.
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Seeking reasons to live on a daily basis, seeing as from a mountaintop, all there is to life.
Finalizing plans in an empty space left only to me in my emptiness.
Giving sadness, filling my heart with oceans of tears, beautiful - blue crystal - yet, so devastating to my soul and mind.
Writing incessantly to fulfill my dreams, I continue on a lonely vigil into a final sunset.
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Searching earth for a place to call home.
Finding empty spaces - vacant temporarily.
Putting aside networks of all endeavors,
climbing sideways up corporate ladders.
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Apparent reasoning belies certain facets of imagination.
Often teetering on edges of disbelief and fantasy.
Moving forward through a crystal gel, feeling intimately, every sense awakening and being brought out into the open.
Actually touching feelings with a sixth sense, trying to know what they are and put them into a context of reality.
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