RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Entering domains of intellect, off limits to everyone
else, enjoying the privacy that's exclusively my own,
able to think and wonder.
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Meeting my mind within intellect, capturing thoughts and
playing with them, teasing back and forth, enjoying the
humor developing between us constantly.
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Empty house standing before me, looks the same, but
you're not there within it anymore, everything just
the way you left it.
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Dreams filling this mind, disappearing upon waking for
a while, reappearing like magic when writing poetry,
delicious and positive, enticing intellect.
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Music filling my mind, strengthening my reserve,
giving me time to begin again with every note in
measures being played.
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Walking down avenues of continual sadness and sorrow,
seeing puddles and pools of tears everywhere I look,
knowing they've come from deaths of loss I've had.
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Piloting intellect, soaring through thoughts, en-
joying peace of this heavenly poetical universe,
launching poems into space.
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Living in prose through rhythms and music, mind dancing
happily, never having enough of it's splendid beauty,
silence being penetrated by music.
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Reaching into visions of the future, seeing hope in
sunshine rising every morning and setting on promises
of a new day coming tomorrow.
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Enjoying conversations with Amos, his sense of humor and
intellect are excellent, finding all about him through
what he doesn't say to me.
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