RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Classically proving quips of yesterday, giving in to special endeavors of purpose.
Lively works becoming parts of main themes, including passages of multi-colored rainbows.
Sliding across avenues of past remembrances, partaking in memory's images, taking roles in instinctual presences.
Awaiting formal invitations from silent partners in visions of talent, being exercised carefully in embraces of ingenuity.
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Closeting memories, turning the key, locking them interiorly so they can never be reached by anyone, but me.
Fiddling intensely with their characters, trying to relive every possibility through thoughts of angelic behavior.
Reaching for ends of ribbon lying beneath the door, pulling on them, wanting to explore one at a time without any interference.
Collecting images, placing them into visions, out of place, testing undeveloped reasons for each one.
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Silence calling to the wilderness hiding within me, penetrating beauty, flowing carefully inside without stopping.
Signals sending information in the air, being born again through a religious experience.
Settling into a remorseful concept, respecting it's presence, even though it's coaching me in grief's lifetime habits.
Wallowing soundly in a semi-circle, enjoining grey matter as it focuses entirely on what is being seen in desert skies.
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