RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

7: 10 p.m.
Staring into the starlit night from windows of my soul,
touching rhythms, focusing on their mentality.
Leaving thoughts lying quietly in their beds, watching
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7: 07 p.m.
Yesterday's memories falling out all over themselves,
wanting to be seen first.
Allowing the images to line up and unite, giving in
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7: 14 p.m.
Moonbeams shining down upon me as I sit in my back yard,
thinking about life and how I've had to adjust to it's
various demands.
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7: 20 p.m.
Calmly sitting back, listening to music as it saunters
into my mind, displacing sorrow and suffering and
placing an amount of joyful delight at my disposal
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7: 24 p.m.
Finding pathways, following them into darkened areas of a forest,
freeing my being from all the stress of living today.
Taking avenues apart and lifting self into heights of unbelievable
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Beauty of yellow fallen petals upon the ground
contrasts with the desert brown it's head is
gently laid upon.
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Greenhouses filled with seedlings growing
slowly into flowers and plants of every kind.

Scented nature filling the atmosphere, taking
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Watching rain from a window inside my mind made
life seem to slow down and I took it in stride.
Playfully watching it get caught up by automobile
tires as they traveled by fast - sending droplets
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Water surrounding our boat was like glass.
Yet, just a few feet beyond, the water
looked scribbled upon.
As if a child had taken a pen and made his
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Down in a darkened bowl of earth, looking skyward,
awaiting birth of a brand new day.
Sensing it's fantastic pleasure, stepping into
time with it's life-giving essence and going on to
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