RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Softly like the moon alighting on a freshly fallen snow is
imagination as it opens wide and fully, allowing the magic
of an interior spirituality to settle within a mind.
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Swallowing silence like a jewel of the mind, touching gently,
reverberating imagery of past memories with an enlivening
spirit of purpose.
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Bouncing beats of rhythm continue incessantly to turn into
rhymes of prose, wanting heart, soul and mind to conquer
the beauty of an imaginational and poetical wonder.
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Waiting in a total solace of sorrow as tears fall interiorly
into a space of abandonment and loneliness, never arguing
with the truth of sadness.
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Energy accumulating as rhythms are focused entirely into
realms of intellect, capturing the reality of imagination
in prose.
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Mind playing in mazes of imagination, figuring each path-
way to the nth degree, loving the wonder and beauty that's
elicited through curiosity.
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Watching an invisible wind as its presence is made known
through leaves and branches of trees, making them sway and
dance in a quiet afternoon.
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Galloping into other dimensions, mind swiftly gathering
concepts as intellect races beyond earthly boundaries.

Creating outer limits in which to develop poetry, art
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Life feels vacant and disturbed, away from being somehow,
distant renderings staying aloof, loneliness rising deep-
ly within.
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Watching closely for spirits of heaven to come enter
pathways of this little life for moments in time.

Looking forward to intense feelings of their inner
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