RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Pages and pages of ideas vibrating from intellect,
taking me on excursions of flight throughout India,
and into dimensions not attained elsewhere.
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Lost in thought all through the night, wandering in
the bleakness of it in my life, autumnal leaves of
memories falling gently from trees.
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Regaining precious moments in measures of time through
writing, poetry giving sounds and rhythms by which to
gather words, definitions and ideas altogether.
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Wandering through the energy of intellect, gathering the
input of life's experiences in India and writing them con-
tinually into poetry.
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Thinking, laughing, remembering funny things that have
been said through the years, silly comments, yet very
memorable in later years.
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Snow filled deserts being thought about, loving the
coolness being brought about, sullen, yet precious,
watching and looking through those left from the past.
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Darkness closing in, enveloping me in it's grasp
as I look into it's depths, finding light hidden
until bringing it's rays of enlightenment into
thoughts.
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Acoustic designs filtering into mind, letting me hear
various tempos as they round out rhythms, sharing and
feeling them going through my heart and soul.
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Reaping mysteries from fields of yesterday's memories,
languishing peacefully in their essence, longings and
yearnings, desires and passion finding their way into
lives of those who fall in love.
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Certain facts come to life through conversations with
friends, finding possibilities of things that are now
troubling them.
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