RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Solemn music telling the story of reflection in streets,
walking alone, thinking of the loneliness of mankind
trying their patience, filling them with despair.
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Contemplating an interior life, one that has grown and
blossomed gently and silently throughout life, enjoying
peace and serenity it always brings in moments of living.
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Looking everywhere at the beauty of life, nature and the souls
of humanity, rarely seeing evil in the hearts of men and women,
those times being most unfortunate.
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Living in a tranquil state of mind, not listening to the
idiosyncrasies of other's faulty mind-sets, just moving
on, doing what God has intended.
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Patterns left us by loss can be beautiful, but are filled
with sadness and loneliness at times, perpetual tears will
flow unbidden, even in a crowd.
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Moving to rhythms of life's music, giving in to it's gentle
freedom, letting it take this mind into dimensions of other
universes with no effort.
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Looking into the future, seeing a horizon silently waiting
for the very last moment and breath of this earthly life,
soul feeling it's pull tugging at it.
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Looking out a second story window at the tops of trees holding
yellow blossoms gently on their branches, reflecting the sun
and shining in their own particular ways of being yellow.
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Racing melodies, rhythms keeping up and taking this mind
with them, soothing and enticing every synapse and neuron
to delight in the wonder and awe of life and humanity.
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Reaching across spans of time through mind and intellect is
awesome and fulfilling, because in reality our beings cannot
do it at all, except through an imaginative reality.
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