RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Softly entering realms of beautiful serene landscapes
of imagination.
Strolling down lanes of exquisite paintings being
explained in minute details with explanatory words,
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Watching, enthralled, as music plays and becomes visible
to the eyes and shows on screens in my mind.
Tranquilly stepping around, describing rhythm and melody
through sight as I hear it's articulate mathematical
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Frolicking in grasses of literature, enjoying it's feel
against my bare feet.
Roving realms of entire tomes written since the beginning
of time.
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Touching senses delicately, arousing passion for rhythmic
invitations to fill my mind with sensuous melodies.
Fitting precisely with verses of poetry for generations,
being mesmerized and taught in meanings of artistic style
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Allowing enticing senses to retrieve feelings from long ago
and set them up where I can see them now before me.
Focusing on the ultimate syncopation of every beat, my heart
melts itself into a creative atmosphere of love.
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Elderly love being found and lost on shaky lines of ending horizons.
Holding hands, recognizing shadows of time are slowly creeping upon
them as another moment flows over their being.
Motion losing strength as aging continues to constrict life-giving
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Happiness claims hearts and souls with musical ineffability
and perseverance as people on death beds recuperate and
come back to dance gracefully around the dance floor.
Amazingly, lives are transformed right before our eyes in
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Beginning of endings are intense and diversified as they
rush to outlive every moment while they can.
Dividing time between thoughts and solutions, questions
pop up more often than not.
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Speaking through a mind of translation,
continuing education of wisdom from
experience and declaration.
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Spinning tales of empirical lies,
spitting them off of forked tongues
of liars and sinners, pretending to
be pious and loving.
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