RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Shadows of birds and things flittering about,
casting their patterns of darkness into my
mind's catacombs.
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Slowly, rhythmically, giving self doses of subconscious
poetical visions to write from.
Solemn journeys taking me towards depths of subconscious
thought where I may wander at my leisure, testing
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Fingering rhythms in my head, taking every note and beat
into my photographic memory, delighting imagination no end.
Forming many patterns, eclipsing light and darkness,
fitting them in nonexistent spaces to see how they'll look
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Sadness crawling on hands and knees, tears dropping
incessantly into depths of self-made oceans.
Turbulently exercising their strength in tumultuous
waves of coercion.
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Chairs - straight-backed, standing rigidly,
feet solidly upon the floor, awaiting people
to come sit and be slightly comfortable.
Darkened ebony and brown, eluding to an
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Singing my song interiorly, playing it's harmony
in tune with a sadness that continually keeps me
in hiding, so I may write of it along the pathways
of life, divulging it's quiet essence in poems
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Wheels rolling counter clockwise, taking me on journeys
through the past, watching history repeat itself in many
memories.
Tasteful, refined and too real.
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Leaves spreading their fingers,
reaching for the skies with double
fortitude.
Dancing in airy breezes, lifting
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Signaling brain cells to energize and start writing on picture
screens, what I'm thinking.
Planning formulas, patterns, thoughts, giving free rein to all
ideas.
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