RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Taming rhythm, soothing nerve endings with an innate healing
effect taking over and pouring endorphins rapidly into my
entire body.
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Intense anger stirs deeply within.
Being accused of all manner of things
by a once upon a friend.
Someone whom I can no longer abide in
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Walking away, never looking back, taking steps
farther away than I've ever gone before.
Turning inward, trying to find the peaceful
aura hiding defensively inside.
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Taking steps carefully toward
a final sunset, listening for
clues aligning themselves to
my spirit, so I can calmly
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Listening intentively to a jumble of emotions,
turning and stirring in my mind, being deluged
by them, even though they're not mine, but
belong to a friend.
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Stalking interior thoughts, trying to figure out which
ones are to be arranged and set to music in a balance
of colored hues.
Testing each fiber, creating pictures from entire
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Arranging thoughts according to inner particles,
flowing constantly into my mind.
Eclipsing and short-cutting normal processes in
order to allow talent to pour forth, insinuating
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Solitary confinement steads me in an atmosphere of contemplation,
giving an atmosphere in which I can imagine just about everything
in a talented rendezvous.
Searching daily moments, looking for any that will fit accurately
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Full and tender, set into a living grave,
awaiting the world's awakening with the
morning sun.
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